Page 150 of Deceit

However, his brother is a fucking moron. Getting involved with Chung-Ho Gwan would get him on the radar of any country that’s hunting him down.

“You’re scaring me,” I state honestly but not for the reasons that are continuing to sink in his head. My hands find my stomach, and Alexander follows my motion with his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. “I don’t want to keep anything from you.”

“He doesn’t sound like a safe man, Alex. I think your brother should stay away. It’ll cause too much unnecessary press for him and if someone else finds out…it won’t be good.“

And now my boyfriend’s brother is on my radar.

I’ll be sure to make sure Warren doesn’t get on any ballot.

“Let’s drop it.” Alexander breaks his focus off me and relaxes his shoulders. “It was a stupid question.”

I scoff. “Yeah, one that you have my full attention on.”

He slowly brings his dark browns to me, but I’ve dealt with worse. “Isaid, let’s drop it.” My jaw constricts before I feel the babies kicking.

Placing my palm on the skin that separates me from my children, one of them kicks at it.

I take silent comfort in the movement, knowing that they must feel my stress coursing through my frame and my accelerated heartbeat.

“How many weeks are you?”

It sounds like a simple question, right? Something someone would ask you in passing or just out of curiosity. But I hear the serving purpose of the question and understand that this man in front of me is country first and family second.

“Twenty-eight.”

A slow smile forms along his handsome features. “Good.” He motions with his hand. “Come, let’s get you something to eat before the babies eat you alive.”

I walk past him to get downstairs and to my phone. I need to text Ledger and get this information out to him.

If Chung-Ho is initiating deals with someone in our own country, the wrong hands will eventually get things they’re not supposed to have and possibly use them one day.

A piercing pain radiates off my right side and my hand immediately goes to it, just to come back with blood along my inner fingers.

I whip around, locating Alexander with what appears to be an eight-inch blade coming down to swing at me again. I move to the side but he knicks my bicep, and I feel the sharp metal slice through my shirt and flesh.

My right hand comes around to slam into the side of his face and Alexander staggers backward—surprised.

Yeah, motherfucker, I’m not just an assistant.

The blade thrust forward, almost getting to…my babies. My brows deepen at Alexander.

MyAlexander.

The man who said he was going to give the babies and me everything.

The man who reminds me every day of how much he loves me.

The same one who just tried to shank me and believe I was going to stand around and take it.

“What thefuck!” I holler out, the color of red outlining my vision. “Are you fucking insane?!”

“You have a big mouth, Emmy. I’m not going to be interrogated by my wife.” He swings his weapon again at me, but he’s predictable and slow, and it’s easy for me to dodge.

“Your wife? I’m not your fucking wife, asshole!” Recognition dawns on him, like he’s convinced himself so many times that I was, then believed it. He talks about it here and there, but we’ve never gone into depth.

Thank fuck.

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