Page 190 of Deceit

My heel comes up to slam into the guy’s shin, but he doesn’t let go, so I whip around and out of his grasp, cold-cocking him with my clenched hand on the way before swinging with my left.

Things were going fine.

I had everything in the bag.

But the blackness that promptly surrounds me…that came out of nowhere.

I shoot all of them—with tranquilizers.

With the ruckus all solely focused on each other, I took the chance of peeking around the closet door and crawling out. Thankfully, a couch was the perfect cover, and my aim is spectacular.

I took Alexander out first because I’m a petty ass bitch. Then Bishop because he’s so observant, and if men began dropping like flies around him, he’d be looking around for why.

With a call to Mills and maybe thirty minutes before they all start waking up, we were able to pull Bishop out. We threw him in a maid cart, took the elevator, then the employee back exit, and out to Mills’s backseat he went. I’m not built to help carry his two hundred plus ass, and Mills isn’t Superman either, no matter what he says.

And I may or may not have caressed Bishop’s scruff along his face, called him an idiot for showing up here, and gave him a chaste kiss to his lips before my best friend arrived.

While waiting for Mills, I bugged Alexander’s home, then I noticed the phone poking out of Alexander's suit jacket after I kicked him in the thigh.

It wasn't the iPhone that was always attached to his ass but a burner phone. I'm sure to bug that one too.

Coming back to hide in the closet was too risky now and, with his men who would wake up pissed off, my main focus was making sure that Bishop made it home okay.

And offing Alexander in a peaceful slumber wasn’t my idea of a kill anyway. I wanted him to see my face—alive and somewhat well—when he took his last breath.

“What story am I supposed to give now?” Mills asks me over the phone as he drives home, and I do the same. “Did he get hit when you hit him?”

Shit, that would’ve been pretty genius.

“Unfortunately, no,” I reply. “We could always say he was stabbed with something when you busted in. Hopefully, he won’t spend too much time thinking about it.”

Mills scoffs. “And how did I know he was there?”

“Mills,” I chide. “Are you telling me you’ve never come up with a make-believe story in your life?”

“My grandma taught me never tolie. And I don’t like doing it to people that are close to me.”

AKA like you.

“I know.” I rub my temple with my free hand. “We’re almost done.”

“That court case is in two weeks. Did you figure out how you were going to get into the lab?”

Let me catch you up real quick on that. Alexander paid extra to have the DNA results not inputted into the county’s computer system in fear of someone—AKA me—tampering with it.

Smart move.

Just a pain in the ass for moi.

“He’ll be dead by then,” I convey. “And even if he’s not and I am, just—“

“You shouldn’t have been there alone in the first place,” he snaps. “What were you thinking, Emmy? You said you’d let me be there as backup when you made your move.”

“I go on missions all the time bymyself,” I counter back. “What makes him any different?”

“Because he’s smart, and now he knows that we’re onto his ass. It might not be in the capacity that he thinks, but he’s aware we’re not going to go down lightly.”

“If something happens in two weeks where I can’t get into the lab, and the DNA tests come out, we’ll leave the country. You said you wouldn’t mind picking out a new name. It’ll all—.” I hear a deep groan, and that’s definitely not coming from Mills. “Was that him?”

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