DECEIT (B723) Hazel Grace (best free ebook reader for android .txt) 📖

me watch her tongue another man.

“Don’t taunt me,” I hear her mutter. “This turns me on.” I scoff as William attempts to lean away, but the pistol Em has underneath his chin still warns him that she’s not fucking around.

Neither am I.

She has less than a minute to get an answer that he’s not searching for before it’s my turn to haul her perfect ass off the entitled prick.

“Get away from me!” he carps out, attempting to shimmy from her but obviously fails.

He’s disgusted or scared of her, which works, except I’m still not a fan of the string that just snapped in Emmy’s personality.

“Give me something, Romeo.”

William narrows his eyes. “That fat fuck? Dude died.”

“How?”

My brows furrow; she knows how. Or she’s trying to add some color to Bubba’s world and associates.

“Got burnt up. He’s been replaced. Listen, I—“ Em thrusts the gun deeper into his flesh and pulls out her phone, propping her elbow on his shoulder, and begins tapping away at it.

“I don’t believe you. Location or something else that’ll help me—pick, now.” She rolls her hips, letting a moan illicit off her lips, and I can’t tell if it’s fake or fucking real, but my cock just twitched to it. “Or…don’t. You’re extremely handsome, William. Too bad I wasn’t here for other reasons. Maybe I can record it.”

My hands fist at my sides. This reverse bullshit has gone on long enough, and I want my fucking wife off this ass clown now.

“She’s a necrophiliac,” Blue claims out loud for Will’s ears. “And she only gives her victims one chance.”

“But you don’t have to,” Emmy surmises, laying an arm on his shoulder. “I can make it quick for you. You won’t feel a thing.”

Motherfucking God. 

I’ve never heard Emmy’s voice so seductive and innocent all at the same time.

I love it and hate it.

I’m torn between letting her have her own damn space and being someone that can hand her own shit, just like I would anyone on B723, or staking my claim now.

She’s suddenly got me all sorts of fucked up. I can sometimes rear back and place my shit aside but then, in times like this, I’m brimming over the edge of allowing all my emotions and actions to spill.

“I’m telling you the truth,” William claims, his brows knit as though he’s in pain or about to take a shit. “He’s dead.”

“And that’s it?”

“Yeah, yeah…I don’t give a shit about him.” He sucks in a weak breath through his teeth. “Fu—I can’t…breathe.”

“I figured I’d leave you here until the Feds come for you. You see, I went through your laptop, found some emails about a dozen or so twelve-year-olds that you bought. I mean, we can predict what you’re trying to do with them, can’t we, Romeo?”

He rocks his head back and forth. “No…it’s not…like that.”

Emmy chuckles and swings one leg off his lap to stand. “I guess the naked pictures of them were just sent by mistake then.”

“That’s…” His face is becoming paler by the second. “What’s happening?”

Emmy pockets her cell and glances down at her watch, appearing not to give a shit at how he’s beginning to turn as white as a ghost. “Oh, I turned your pacemaker down. It’s barely operational. Unfortunately, I had to sit in your lap to link it up to my phone.” She shudders outwardly. “Disgusting.”

“You…fucking—“

“Call her a bitch, and I’ll fucking kill you right now,” I seize out, doing the same thing to her bicep and hauling her from the room when I tell Blue. “Watch him.”

Emmy doesn’t stop me, allowing me to get us to the middle of the living space, where the party was in full swing hours before.

When I release her, I find her looking at me like she didn’t just do everything I watched.

“I went through all the files on his laptop,” she states, extending her arm to give me back my gun. “No emails, phone calls, or anything about Bubba. He’s not searching for his killer and—“ My chest presses into hers, ignoring the gun and whatever else she’s going to say.

“Are you bipolar, or do you live two separate lives when I’m not around? Because what I saw in there wasn’t the Emmy Lou Rhodes I know.”

“And how many missions have me and you worked on alone since…?”

Since getting married.

Zero. 

That she knows of anyway. There have been a few that I wasn’t appointed to that I’ve watched her do from afar. Sometimes we’re assigned solo missions, quick assassinations that don’t take but one perfect moment and a bullet of your choice.

I don’t like the odds. So, I watch my wife while she works. I didn’t sign up to be a widow.

Call it clingy, weird, odd, or fucking stupid, but I never claimed to be smart.

“You’re all set,” Emmy continues through my irritation. “Mission accomplished.”

“Don’t do that shit again,” I growl out, still thinking about her ass on his lap. “I mean it, Em.”

“Why?” Her face twists in confusion, then realization. “Oh…you mean like a little whore.”

A mirthless chuckle rumbles in my chest, and I turn my hands into fists again to keep from touching her because it won’t be to scare her.

I itch to rip her fucking dress to shreds.

I want my teeth sinking into her thighs to remind her to keep her damn body away from anyone who isn’t me. Especially on a fucking mission.

“You’re far from that, Emmy,” I remark.

“But that’s what you’re into, right?”

“I don’t know, am I?” I cock my head to the side because I’d love to identify what she believes I’m into.

What makes my dick hard and ready.

And if she doesn’t notice that it’s her yet, I’m not sure how else to spell it out.

“I don’t know what you want anymore. Camilla fucked you up so bad you can’t see straight.”

“It’s none of your fucking business,” I emit through a clenched jaw. “But when it is, you’ll be the first I tell.”

“Your phone buzzed last night when you were sleeping.”

I stare at her, and when she does continue, I shrug. “Okay…”

“It kept going off