Page 54 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“So ship them both back to Montana,” I shrug like it’s no big deal even though he can’t see me. My mind is momentarily distracted by Emily’s sweet face when it floats through my memories. I felt a weird connection with her last night. Weird but real.
“Trust me when I tell you that I’ve been trying. Emily refuses to go without Rebecca.”
“Well, fuck,” I sigh in disbelief. Who would’ve thunk it that these girls would be the damn thorn in our asses as we try to get out of this motherfucking club?
“I made arrangements with the station for Miss Garner to go and give her statement to the police. Emily still needs to meet with this attorney here. I called them, and she has an appointment for this afternoon since she missed the morning meeting.”
Devereaux starts spitting information at me, and I try to keep up as I go through my own mental list.
“Make sure that happens, Mr. Puck,” he finishes his instructions to me. “Don’t make me come after you next.”
I resist the urge to tell him off. It’s good he’s getting us out of the club, but at what cost? Am I going from being Bricks’ lackey to being Devereaux’s? Fuck that.
We hang up, and I head toward the main part of the lobby, running into Sully on my way.
“What a fuckin’ cluster, brother,” he murmurs in the corner of his mouth. “Wrecker’s woman is relentless. I don’t know what the fuck we’re supposed to do with her.”
“Devereaux said to take her to the police station. Someone will talk to her there,” I relay to him what I was told.
“How the fuck did this happen now?” Sully continues with his bitching.
“I guess Bricks set Wrecker up to take the fall for beating this dude to death. He didn’t know we were all the way up here and that it would be impossible for that to happen. But,” I shrug, “he knows enough people to throw Wrecker in prison for a long ass time.”
“I’d bet my left nut that Devereaux knows people who are more powerful than what Bricks has on his side.”
This entire thing with Wrecker has been a mess so far. The extraction was not supposed to happen for another couple of weeks. Bricks forced us to change our plans. Now, here we are, with Wrecker in false imprisonment, his woman fighting for him, completely clueless that this is all a ruse, and me and Sully pulling our hair out as the middlemen.
And then, there’s Emily Stewart.
Speaking of her, I spot her talking on the phone a few feet away from Becca Garner, the bane of Wrecker’s current existence, and, by association, ours as well.
As we get closer, she finishes her call and walks back to her friend.
“You and I need to have a chat, babe,” I all but growl at her. The startled look on her face would make me laugh under different circumstances.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers back, but I about had enough.
The four of us head outside where Sully parked the rental pickup truck. We all get in, and he starts driving us to the fuckin’ police station for the lovely Becca to waste some more time.
Hours later, my back is killing me, and my mood is sour to say the least.
“Your friend is a pain in my fuckin’ ass,” I tell Emily. She’s been sitting here all sad, not saying much.
“Yeah,” she responds sarcastically. “My friend is a pain in the ass because she’s trying to help your friend out. That’s really nice of you to say, Puck.”
I eye her thoughtfully. “Would you do it for me?”
My question seems to startle her. She lifts wide eyes to my face, and I hold my breath as I wait for her to answer.
“I think I would,” she finally says, sounding like she can’t believe she’s saying it either.
I let out a huge sigh of gratitude. Before joining the club, I never had anyone at my back. It’s nice to know she would be that person. I hope to never need to put it to the test.
Her phone rings, killing the intimate vibe we got going on.
“It’s my dad,” she murmurs and shows me the phone, like I need proof. “Hey, dad,” she answers.
Both me and Sully have been furiously texting with Devereaux during our stay here at the precinct.
