Page 53 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
With that, he hangs up the phone. I walk back to Becca just as Blake and Puck reach her as well.
“You and I need to have a chat, babe.” There is none of last night’s happy guy in the way Puck talks to me now.
“I’m sorry.” There’s not much else I can say.
We head out into the parking lot, and just as I am clicking my seatbelt into place, it dawns on me that my father never asked any details about how Becca knows Wrecker, or any of her involvement in anything.
I sit frozen in the back seat of the large truck Blake is driving. I am scared to breathe anymore.
What is happening?
16
Puck
“What the fuckdid I tell you not to let my daughter out of your sight?” Devereux bellows at me over the line. Had we been face to face, I am certain he’d make the skin on my face stretch back from the force.
“I told her to stay put,” I explain one more time. I know I fucked up, but come on.
“When, in the history of humankind, a woman stayed put when she was told to?” he asks in a deceptively calm tone.
I roll my eyes toward the ceiling of the lobby in the swanky hotel where we’ve been staying. He is right, I should’ve stayed with Emily instead of just leaving her by herself there. So many bad things could’ve happened.
However, my VP was getting arrested, by a damn S.W.A.T. team no less, right in front of me. Years of conditioning taught me that if something happened to any of my brothers in the club, I was to help in any way I could. And while I do love pussy a lot, especially Emily’s, there was no way I could put it ahead of the wellbeing of my brother in the club.
Fuck, I hate this club so much. I can’t wait to be out.
“You know, this was all your fucking fault anyway,” I turn it all around on him.
“Oh, by all means, Mr. Puck,” he enunciates. He has this tendency to call everyone Mr. or Miss, but in an insulting way. “Please tell me howyoufucking my daughter last night, then abandoning her this morning, is allmyfault. I’d be delighted to hear this.”
I let out a quick snort of laughter. The fucker always surprises me somehow.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You were supposed to get us out in a couple of weeks,” I remind him. “What’s gonna happen now? Wrecker still has his kid to worry about. He hasn’t made any final arrangements for that…”
“You can thank your president for that,” Devereaux informs me, referring to Bricks. “The three of you did such a good job sneaking away to come to Dallas, he thought you were close to Austin. So he decided to be proactive and beat up some poor unfortunate soul, leaving him for dead in a ditch and make sure all signs would point to his son.”
“Fuck,” I groan out loud.
“Precisely,” Devereaux agrees. “We are still going to follow the plan for the three of you to get out.”
“What about Shortie?” His nephew has been an intricate part of our plan. We wouldn’t have been able to do anything without him.
“He’ll come out, too. It’s time.” The way he says that, it’s as if he’s been trying to get Shortie out for a while.
“He’s a good guy,” I now tell Devereaux. “He and I became close friends over the years. He’s taught me a lot of tricks on the computer,” I confess.
“He’s always been smart. Too smart.”
From what I understand, Shortie is not related to Devereaux by blood. Shortie’s mother was the sister of one of his men that was closest to him. Unfortunately, the guy died a few years back. Shortie’s mom married someone in the club, and that’s how he became a part of it. His only skill was in computers, but it was one of the most valuable ones to have.
Shortie stayed in touch with Devereaux over the years, a fact that was always undercover due to Bricks losing his shit if he ever heard about it.
“So what should I do with Emily now? Take her to the airport?” I bring us to the problem at hand. And it is a problem.
“It would’ve been nice if it was that easy, wouldn’t it have?” he snorts. “Unfortunately, her friend is making noise about wanting to save Mr. Knight.”
Now it is my turn to snort. Mr. Knight is Wrecker. Why Devereaux insists on calling him Mr. Knight is beyond me. I mean, it is his real last name, but still.
