Page 165 of Deceit

It brings in all the spots we’ve fucked—which was almost any hard surface—and my skin crawls in disgust, and that linger adjective of heartbreak.

She went toMillsafter me.

She ran to someone who could actually open the fuck up with his feelings because that’s Mills. He’s charming, funny, has that boy-next-door, I’d-love-to-meet-your-parents kinda aura about him. Someone who would make her feel wanted and loved.

I’ve accepted him for who he is. It’s justhim. He’s annoying as shit, but I would never think I’d get to the point where I’d want to forrealmurder him.

Now I do.

Painfully and slowly.

“Listen—“ Mills attempts to cover Alaric’s ears, and it’s when nausea pulsates through my veins like I just pumped it in myself.

Did they name their fuckingkidafter me? After they fucked God knows how many times they thought it’d be fun too?

“You know I love Emmy,” Mills proceeds, and I swear he’s just asking for me to take out everyone in this space right now. “Thisseriouslywasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I’m going tokillyou,” I sneer through clenched fists. “You’re dead, Mills. I just gave you your only warning. And I’m going to make it hurt too.”

I think I see him wince when Kyson steps between us, putting his rationality hat on and keeping the group calm.

That time went as quickly as Mills started with the wordsEmmy and I.

No sentence in the world begins with Emmy and I when the aftermath isn’t fucking and no plan B.

This traitor in front of me lied, not only to all of us, but Emmy was about to go long term with another man.

A man who was going to father kids that weren’t his.

In this situation, it’s more than fucked because I can’t wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze. I’m not able to scream in her face for deceiving me in the worse possible way.

You fucked Blue.

“Let’s all take a breath,” Kyson decides. “At the end of the day, we’re all family, and we’re going to stick together.”

“Fuckyou,” I growl, feeling each pump of blood hit my head. “They both fucking lied.”

At least I didn’t. And I don’t have any long-term ties with the dick-loving chick in the room.

“I wonder why,” Blue utters into her chest, and it’s all it takes for me to close the space between us.

She moved forward when I did and doesn’t flinch because Blue welcomes and invites danger in her life.

She has tea parties with it.

I’m no dipshit that’ll punch her in the face because she copped an attitude with me when I clearly don’t appreciate it. That guy that’ll use his rage on anyone who taunts back.

But I’m not going to lie. I’m becoming close to being that guy right now.

“What role did you play?” I sneer, two inches from her face and inhaling her scent of watermelon bubblegum and weed. “You weren’t Ems’s biggest fan.”

She meets me with a blank expression. “I liked Emmy. She didn’t like me.”

“That’s what Isaid.”

“So, what’s yourpoint?” My nostrils flare, and I back off her a tad. If the bullshit off her lips keeps hitting my face, so is my fist.

I give zero fucks right now on what’s morally correct on the opposite sex. Male or female, anyone is going to get blasted if it keeps sounding like no one in this immediate circle gives a shit that Emmy and Mills were a thing at one point.

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