Page 83 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
Wrecker, who swears up and down that he is staying only short term, asked if he could use one of the spare bedrooms we have. Since we’re just happy that he’s in Montana with us, we agreed right away.
Devereaux is trying to get me and Sully to work for him. I don’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, we got no other prospects. What am I gonna do? Go get a desk job? On the other hand, I don’t want to feel like I just got freed from one hell, only to enter another.
Devereaux is a slippery motherfucker, and now that I’m in love with his daughter…
The thought cuts all oxygen to my brain.
I am in love with Emily Stewart.
Devereaux’s daughter.
Holy fuck, this ain’t good, I think to myself.
I wave at Wrecker when I see he pulls on the door of Becca’s car, and it opens.
“Can you believe this shit?” he yells out to me.
These girls are going to be the death of us, I just know it.
He is all wrapped up in this Becca chick who wants to chop his balls off and feed them to a snake pit, or whatever the fuck they have out here.
I am all hooked on a girl who breaks out into hives at the thought of being in a relationship with a criminal.
Now, it’s okay for her to suck a criminal’s cock until her eyes water. That’s just fine. She just has an issue with committing to it.
She swore up and down last night that my past didn’t bother her, that I was who I was then, and she is with who I am now.
I didn’t push for a more in depth conversation. Instead, I fucked her two more times, told her about today’s plan for Wrecker to see Becca, then took off. I was relieved when I got to the house I’m sharing with my brothers. It felt like home, and I don’t want Wrecker to leave.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, distracting me from all these thoughts. My eyebrows about get lost into my hairline when I see it’s Devereux calling. I debate if I should answer him or not. In the end, I decide to do it. He may end up being my father-in-law, I snicker to myself.
“Mr. Puck,” his deep and always serious voice echoes in my ear before I even have a chance to greet him. “I need you to come see me, stat.” He hangs up. Just like that.
“This motherfucker,” I mutter to no one in particular all the way to the main road that leads toward the general area we all live. He is lucky I don’t have to go in the opposite direction or some shit. Because I wasn’t gonna go then. I really wasn’t.
“Puck,” Malone lets out a deep belly laugh after I’m parked and out of the truck. “It’s very good manners that you rushed over here as soon as the boss called. You get brownie points, brother.”
I give him the finger and continue walking toward the house. Since he knows I’m coming, and I’m sure Malone also alerted him by now, I just push the door open and walk in.
“I appreciate your diligence in arriving here so soon, Mr. Puck,” Devereaux appears in the doorway of his office.
It is a little to the side, down a wide hallway, across from where he has a large living room with an incredible view of the perfect back yard. Or lawn. It’s top notch golf course quality out there. It sort of reminds me of Uncle Kenny’s house.
I hate it.
“It would be really nice if you stopped calling me Mr. Puck,” I tell him as soon as I am in his office. “It sounds pompous.”
“Ah,” Devereux nods as if he is giving my request any consideration at all. “And what do you know about that, Mr. Puck?” He enunciates it this time so I know he’s doing it on purpose to annoy me.
The way he asks me that brings a sudden flashback of Uncle Kenny talking down on me.
“More than you know,” I murmur quietly, all amusement gone.
Devereaux watches me thoughtfully, like he can see right through me and knows all my secrets.
“Elaine Adams, formerly known as Jones, was a very interesting woman in her day, I must admit.”
Had he taken a baseball bat to my head right now, I would not have felt the shockwaves going through me the way they do just from listening to him speak.
