Page 259 of Deceit

The room fills with a bunch of snorts and the back and forth banter between the guys and Blue. Their chatter makes me relax a little against Alexander’s indifference of how to act.

“I’m ready,” I tell Bishop, trying not to do what he told me not to and squeeze the bow.

Alexander frowns but still keeps his light tone. “Think about this.”

“I did.” I take a deep breath, settling my nerves. “You’re done.”

“Done? What the hell do you think this is?”

My lips twist into a proud grin because the boys were right—this right here is family. “This is B723.”

Bishop wraps his hand around my right and brings back the taut string that I’d release like Robin Hood.

“B, what?”

“Alexander…we’re a secret group of government assassins. Why do you think I was able to hack into your shit way before you found out? How do you think I faked my own death? That I was able to forge several DNA tests and knew where you were sending requests to just to give you back a fucked result.” A mirthless chuckle escapes my lips. “I’ve killed more men than you know how to count, you stupid piece of shit.”

I didn’t know it was possible, but I think Alexander’s face pales more.

“Transfer that tension to your left hand,” Bishop buzzes in my ear. “And pull when you’re ready.”

I do it immediately, wanting to do what everyone told me to—get this over with.

The pads of Bishop’s fingers tilt my elbow up a little as he moves to the side and back to give me space.

His hand though, stays on the spot between my ass and my back.

“You can’t be,” Alexander argues with a shake of his head. “You’re…”

“Here we go with the stereotypes again,” Mills drones.

Yeah, I can only imagine what Alexander is going to say next, and I don’t care.

He picked the wrong one at the end of the day.

Releasing the arrow, it makes a slight whistle and just misses the side of Alexander’s head.

He. Is. Absolutely. Furious.

“Are you fuckingkiddingme?!”

I hand the bow off to Bishop, irritated that I missed, but I still keep my hard stare on my ex. “Your turn.”

The boys snicker and Blue finds my other side when Bishop loads up.

“Think you can get a dick shot, little Lou?” she asks me. “It would suck to go to hell without your pecker.”

I sniff at the thought.

Yeah, it would.

“I’ll give it a shot,” I impart, watching Bishop line himself up. His muscular arms rippling under his blood-stained white shirt.

Geezus, I’m so fucked up.

He’s super freaking attractive right now, about to maim or kill shot my ex and all I want to do is jump his entire ass again.

“Can I still babysit?” Blue suddenly presses, all traces of playfulness gone from her voice.

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