Page 88 of Deceit

“Happy Birthday, Emmy Lou,” Blue chirps the moment she’s within earshot, then lifts her red drink. “Nice party.”

I barely take in the fact that she looks gorgeous as always without even trying.

I also send her a warning glare through my tight jaw.

“Talk to my brothers, and I’ll kill you.”

Blue attempts to hold back a grin and fails miserably while Kyson holds out his arms for me to walk into.

“Ditching us for the extravagant party?” he accuses teasingly as he encases me into him. “Always knew you were a fucking brat.”

“You should’ve known that already with Miss Light-On-The-Ice every time she asks someone for a drink,” Marty chimes in, gripping my forearm to pull me out of Kyson’s grip. He squeezes me tightly—too tightly on purpose—to his frame and kisses the top of my head. “What are you like eighteen now?”

I roll my eyes, my nose smooched into his hard chest. “Leave me alone,” I half-ass whine.

Another pair of hands wrap around my wrists, and I know the feel of them anywhere. Marty promptly releases me and allows Bishop to haul me in front of him, blue eyes glimmering in something I can’t read.

“Eighteen?” he repeats off a smirk. “Aren’t you a year older than me?”

My nostrils flare because what the fuck is wrong with these assholes about age? Isn’t it just a number, and who the fuck cares?

“So that’d make her at least eleven because aren’t you like ten or something, Bish?” Mills interjects. “You throw temper tantrums like one.”

I smile, big and wide, and Bishop shoots one of his famous glares at him.

“Want me to remind you how my eleven-year-old ass hits?” he challenges.

“Don’t get us kicked out just yet,” Blue states. “I want to at least eat.”

Like a fly to shit, she gains all my focus.

“Don’t try eating one of my brothers’—“ Marty turns Blue away by the shoulders and sends me an exasperated look.

“I’ll go feed the redhead; you enjoy your party,” he offers. “We’ll be back.”

“And I’m going with them,” Mills adds, following close behind. “I want to know how good the wealthy eat.”

They take off, leaving me with the Ying and Yang twins.

Kyson looks around the place and raises both his brows. “Sooo…this is where you grew up?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Hey, Emmy Lou,” a male voice says from behind me. “Would you like to—“

“Fuck off,” Kyson growls out before I can even turn around to face whoever was just behind me.

“Ky,” I scold through narrowed and surprised eyes. “What the hell?”

“Bishop wanted to dance with you.” He slices his eyes to his best friend, and the look on his face tells me that he’s purposely either trying to piss him off or make him uncomfortable.

Regardless, I’d like tonotbe the science project tonight.

Bishop must’ve done something on the way here, and it’s payback.

I swear I have no clue how they are so close because they’re constantly fucking with each other, but who am I?

Men are fucking weird.

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