Page 206 of Deceit

I jerk my head but his thumb runs gently down my cheek, mixing my anger with remorse.

With one palm in my hair and the other under my chin, Bishop fucks my mouth without mercy. He groans and drops his jaw, never straying his focus from me as he watches me take his dick.

My cell rings in my room, and I mindlessly begin to rise to grab it, but Bishop’s hold keeps me with him in my mouth.

“Finish me off first,” he commands. I shake my head and look up but he shows no sign of giving a shit. “You better hurry then.”

I deepthroat and squeeze, punishing him now and within another minute or two, he’s coming warm strings down my throat and makes me swallow every bit before releasing me.

With shaky legs, I somewhat sprint for my room to grab my phone, hearing Bishop mess with his zipping up his pants. The call was from Marty, and when I go back to tell Bishop—for some stupid reason—I expect him to be waiting for me.

But instead, I find his body halfway out of my apartment before the door clicks closed behind him.

I can’t get her out of my head and how she feels and smells around me. I’m not able to shove this aside and truly mean what I say because Emmy is alive and well.

And currently getting her ass chewed out by Ledger behind the closed door of his office.

Standing beside my best friend, Kyson remains silent with his arms crossed along his chest, staring into space and into his own thoughts.

Mine are just as muddled and worn out because we grieved her and came up with our own personal plans to get through this. I punched my brother in the middle of the night just because I believed that the woman I loved was dead from alleged birthing complications.

Then everything quickly went downhill and my actions could’ve caused another missing person from B723.

I should regret almost taking out Mills more than I do. He was faithful and always has been to Emmy.

However, he saw everything we were enduring in our own simple and fucked up ways, and I didn’t think I’d make it another ten years without her.

It got that dark.

I even looked up a place to retire because killing random assholes and saving the country only reminded me of shit I didn’t want to ponder about every two seconds. The job that I began with the red-headed freak next to me was ruined because she died and then lied.

“I’m going to go…” Kyson trails off, causing me to glance over at him raking his hand through his hair, and looking completely beside himself.

“You didn’t see her yet.” Why should he give her the satisfaction of an out? “Actually…there’ll obviously be plenty of time for that.”

“She looks different?” He looks over at me, worry and sadness clouding his gold eyes.

“Yeah.” I nod. “She dyed her hair and cut it. She looks a little thinner, but she’s…still Emmy.”

“What are we gonna do?” He means Alexander because there would be no way I’d be doing this alone now. Not after Marty learned the truth and Kyson broke the drywall downstairs with his fist when he confirmed the story with me that he got from Lucien.

“Make it hurt.”

“Don’t keep her out of it,” he justifies. “This started with her.”

I scoff. “She needs to learn a lesson.”

“And you’ll be the lesson if you don’t let her be the one to give him his final breath. He tried to kill her and her children.” Just the imagination that I’ve created of how he did it and where she was, plays and fucks with my head since I found out. “It’s her revenge…you were collateral damage for sticking your nose in where it shouldn’t have been.”

“Something felt off like I said.” I lean more against the wall and stare at a painting that Emmy gave Ledger a few years back for some reason or another.

It’s the silhouette of a couple, close together and dancing in browns and reds. People stand in the background but the way the man and woman stare at each other, that’s the end game for them.

Each other.

“Because you love her,” Kyson lays out. “More than any of us.” His tone is light and unaccusing but it still makes me feel cornered and like a piece of shit myself.

So I lay all my cards on the table, so I’m not added to the list of fuck-ups with Emmy to the group.

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