Page 214 of Deceit

So, I’m making moves to have that done too.

Forgiveness is something I’ll work on with everything else. It’s better than thinking about every day with her bad decision making putting her into another horrible situation.

And I still fucking love her.

A blue truck pulls up in front of me, revealing Kyson in the passenger seat of Marty’s truck and a deep scowl written on his features.

“Where the fuck is your car?”

I step forward, not giving a shit about his mood. “I drove with Em. Then I let Em drive off without me in it.”

Kyson keeps his unimpressed and exasperated expression pasted on his face. “Leave her alone. She’s going through enough.”

“Can’t.”

“It’s a losing battle to pick a fight with Ems,” Marty claims behind the wheel. “Are you new?”

The backseat window suddenly rolls down before Mills’s mocking smile hits me in the face. “Sooo…what are we doing?”

“We’re burning down someone’s home.” All three faces inside the vehicle immediately frown. “But first, we might get to have some fun.”

That has two of the faces somewhat lighting up while Kyson still sulks in the front seat.

“Hold up,” he conveys sourly. “Mills hasn’t even been able to look up this asshole’s place. We don’t know how much security he has in there now.”

My eyes narrow. “You coming or not? That was the whole point of my calling you.”

“Not,” he replies. “None of us are. What’s wrong with you?”

Emmy.

Emmy Lou Rhodes is what’s fucking wrong with me tonight.

“He has a point,” Mills claims, rubbing the edge of his chin. “We might be outnumbered. And if you want it done right, we need a plan.”

“Hate to agree with him also,” Marty states. “But we need to go in with some sort of—“I raise my hand to stop him right there.

I may have highly enjoyed what we just did, but I’m still pissed at her. Not only that, Mills needs more practice.

“Mills, can you do it?”

He nods while his brows clinch slowly together. “I think so.”

“Why not Em?” my best friend asks because God knows we just can’t leave it alone.

“Because my wife wants to come and I want to just get this shit over with.”

“Your what now?” Mills presses, leaning out of the window and looks over at Kyson for confirmation. “Did he just saywife?”

“Yeah.” Kyson gives a slight shake of his head. “The cocksucker said wife.”

“YoumarriedEmmy?” Marty thunders. “What the fuck?!”

“Damn, man—“ Mills rubs his forehead. “—no wonder you really had it out for me.”

“It just added more to other reasons,” I tell him. “Perfect opportunity.”

“Holy fuck,” Marty mumbles, slamming his back into the seat and looking straight ahead in awe.

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