Page 40 of Deceit

“Who?”

“Runs with Bubba,” Kyson fills in, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. “Thought you might want to look into some things.”

Like what?

“Is this a joke?” I leer. “How in the hell is that—” I point at him. “—running with anything. What are you twelve?”

“Nineteen,” he affirms, missing the insult. “And I ran Bubba’s accounting for his business when he was in hiding.”

Wow, talk about how times have changed. This kid is singing like a canary about his dead boss, and you'd get your ass beat for looking at someone wrong back in the day. The simple fact that Bubba must’ve been desperate for help to hire a child who probably just learned how to do math last year.

I rub at one of my temples, watching Blue chopping on her gum, bored out of her fucking mind, and Emmy with a white paper bag in her hands. Kyson is studying the park for anyone that might be eyeballing us, and Marty matches my annoyed scowl. Mills, on the other hand, looks excited like we’re about to hit a theme park or something.

“Did you guys expect to do this in the middle of the day or…”

Blue moves, grabbing the back of Chuck’s green shirt and guiding him inside the trailer. Her light Daisy Duke shorts ride up her toned legs as her red hair blows seductively in the gentle breeze.

Too bad there isn’t anything else there to keep me occupied. She was meant to put another wedge between Emmy and me and nothing more.

“Move,” she orders, shoving Chuck up the stairs and through the threshold.

“You couldn’t do one thing,” I growl at her as she passes, smelling of artificial watermelon from her bubblegum.

“Blame your butt buddy, Ky, for not keeping Emmy on a leash,” she sasses back, brushing my chest with her arm. Then she stops and peers up at me with gorgeous pools of green eyes. “But it’s nice to see you, Bish. I could use a good fuck while I’m here.”

She’s suddenly hurled forward, being replaced with a blonde vixen who’s more my type and won’t keep her ass out of my shit. The bag in her hands is propelled into my rib cage as I meet Emmy’s honey eyes that are behind white and floral-rimmed glasses.

“Here’s lunch, douchebag,” she sneers then proceeds on, obviously not missing Blue’s pointless comment.

My dumbass doesn’t allow the opportunity to go by without checking out how her jeans cup her voluptuous backside and thighs as she angrily stomps inside my place. Somewhere she’s never been before.

However, before I’m even to let that thought form entirely, Mills interrupts and tries for another hug before I palm his forehead and drive him back.

“Always the dickhead,” he disappointingly mutters.

Then Marty.

“Thanks for the wedding gift,” he imparts. “Just know your money was well spent.”

Ah, yes, my wedding gift.

Since I had to split from helping Marty with his own personal issues, I sent up a guy I knew that liked virgin ass—literally. My B723 brother had a bone to pick with the asshole who laid fingers on his now wife. So, I made up for my absence.

“Anytime,” I deadpan. “Congratulations on the nuptials.”

“Which you should’ve been at.” His green eyes morph into displeasure then understanding. “But I get it now. We’ll hit the bar when this shit is all over. You owe me a bachelor party.”

He smacks my shoulder then joins everyone else before Kyson begins to walk up. I block his entrance.

“What the hell did I tell you to do?” I sneer. “Since when do you have such a big fucking mouth?”

“Since your family was worried sick,” he retorts, not reflecting an ounce of regret in his shitty decision making. “So, if you don’t want them to be here or keep calling you, they’re all in there, buddy. Tell them yourself. If not—” He steps up another step. “—get the fuck out of my way so we can end this shit.”

“What shit? I already handled Bubba.”

“Didn’t you want to check in to make sure there are no loose ends?” My eyes narrow. “Thought so.”

Kyson hits the back of my head—hard—to express his feelings about keeping my location on the DL.

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