Page 243 of Deceit

“You were never going to forgive me, so why—“

“Quit fucking whining and drop the gun, dickhead,” Bishop leers, his expression taut but not his body.

It’s fucking shaking.

Alexander’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t drop the weapon—shocker. “You think this is going to end how you wanted it to?”

“Maybe,” I quip, then shrug. “Maybe not.”

“So I guess you thought that hacking into my text messages was going to give you a head start?” My blood runs cold at his question because the fucker caught on. As I said, Alexander is no fucking idiot. “What kind of dumbass would I be to talk about killing my ex-girlfriend where it could be traced back?”

“The same one who put a hit on my husband.” Alexander steps forward, and that’s when the barrel of Bishop’s gun shoves into the back of his head.

“One more move,” Bishop warns.

“And risk me shooting her too?” Alexander retorts. “You can’t save her.”

“Watch me.”

Alexander meets my stare, and his lips curl into a sardonic grin. “Rhett Mills, right? He’s the one who’s been babysitting our kids?”

This time, I definitely don’t make a peep. Just the mention of him putting both Alaric and Atlas with Mills speaks volumes that are blaring warnings in my ear.

He knows where the twins are.

“And he’s on his way here, right?”

I erase the limited space between him and I, the silver barrel of Alexander’s gun now pressed into my forehead. “You’re outgunned, Alex.”

“Don’t underestimate me, sweetheart. You fucked up the last time.”

“You wanna kill me? You’re gonna raise the twins?”

“No,” he says slowly. “This isn’t an assassination for you, Emmy. It’s for him.” He jerks his head back and against Bishop’s Glock.

Alexander’s cool eyes hold mine, and he’s not fucking around.

He wants to kill Bishop.

He has some power floating behind his perfect persona too. All rich fucks do. Money talks, people loathe and love it; it’s simple math.

My cell rings in my back pocket, and Alexander’s gaze falls down my body. “Answer it.”

Instead of doing it, I look at Bishop, who’s ready to just pull the trigger. His whole body is on another level. This is new for him because his plan would’ve been to make my ex bleed before questioning.

He nods, and I reach behind me to see Kyson’s name appear on my screen.

“Hey,” I say cautiously.

“You okay up there?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Not so much. I got a lot of men around your building. I can’t get out of the car yet, and there are four SUVs in front. We can take out the trucks, but the burly dudes are what I’m working on.”

“No shit,” I say as calmly as I can. So Alexander brought out a fucking hidden posse to get to me?

“Mills is with me,” Kyson adds in.

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