Page 166 of Deceit

Marty will care. Enlist him to help you execute Mills.

“She’s just doing her part,” Kyson says from behind me. “You hurt Mills, Emmy is going to haunt you, bro. Can’t happen.”

I avert my gaze from the second redhead in the room because Kyson needs to let this play out.

This is not okay.

This is far from fucking okay.

Emmy fucked Mills. ShefuckedMills.

She let him in where he shouldn’t have been. Where I was. She fooled all of us because—yeah, Mills and Emmy were also close, but they never eye-fucked each other.

I think.

My mind warp-speeds through more thoughts that are clouded with rage as I attempt to think of any time Emmy and Mills may have given me the heads up on what they were doing behind everyone’s back.

I come up with nothing.

“I think Emmy would appreciate all the help Mills can get as a single father,” Blue states matter-of-factly.

And again, I’m going to kill himandher if she keeps supporting this.

Them.

“What about Alexander?” Kyson asks. “What happened to him?”

Blue and Mills share a look before the asshole takes the con. “He’s trying everything he can to get custody of the kids. He believes they’re his.”

“Why?” Kyson asks. “And why would he—“

“No clue. Dude has some sort of issues with it. He’s in denial.”

“I can’t do this.” I must utter it out loud because three pairs of eyes fall on me.

“They’re not,” Blue continues. “Every DNA test comes back negative. Even Lucien—“

“Lucien?” Kyson and I repeat at the same time.

Fuck man, this list keeps getting longer and longer.

But he has no loyalty to us other than making sure we don’t die. The heads-up would’ve been nice, but he’s not B723. He wasn’t close family, and now Mills and Emmy have brought him into this and written on my hit list.

“I’m going to need all the help I can get,” Mills conveys. “You can be pissed all you want, forever even. However, this is Emmy. These kidsareEmmy.”

“And you,” I leer through my taut jaw. “These areyourkids.”

I mean, we’ve obviously already established it, but I want him to finally deny it.

I want a miracle.

I want tonothave to feel guilty about not wanting anything to do with these babies.

I can’t.

How does she expect me to now?

She lied to me.

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