Page 82 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
She is on a roll as she tells me how things went down between her and her friend while Wrecker was being arrested in the lobby of the hotel we all stayed in at the time.
“Anyway, then I thought she’d spent the night with two guys. Wrecker and Dylan. I was confused.”
My chest almost hurts with the need I have to laugh, but I can’t tell if that would offend her, so I try to choke on it by biting on my fist. Fuck, she is just too adorable in her distress.
“What happened next?”
“She yelled at me like I was a little kid. Like it was my fault she’d spent the night with some guy who killed someone.”
The laughter is gone now. I killed a lot of people during my time in the club. That’s how I was required to show my loyalty at times, more so to Bricks than anything or anyone else.
“I was scared,” she admits, and I can understand that. “I wasn’t sure she should hang around to talk to the police about him when they didn’t want to talk to her, you know?”
The lump in the back of my throat keeps on growing, almost getting to the point of suffocating me.
“I remember you two arguing a bit. I wasn’t sure why,” I manage to say.
“I had to call my dad and ask for help, which was the very last thing I wanted to do,” she throws her arms out. “He didn’t want me in Texas to begin with, and now I had to call him and ask him to help my best friend give a statement to the police on the guy she spent a few days with, and who was an alleged murderer.”
She pauses and looks at me with pleading eyes, begging me to have compassion and understand why she felt that way.
“It was a lot,” she whispers.
“A lot,” I agree.
I am looking at her, but I don’t see anything. My mind is going a mile a minute as I try to process everything she’s told me.
Emily’s soft hand touches my leg, making me jump in surprise.
“I’m sorry, Puck. I know Dylan is your friend…”
“Do you understand that me and Dylan were part of the same club?” The question escapes before I have a chance to pull it back.
“Yes,” she responds right away, but I don’t think she understands the ramifications of what I’m asking.
“And do you understand that I killed people too while in the club?”
“Puck,” she gasps in shock but then recovers. “I don’t think about your past at all. I don’t care about your past.”
“But my past is what defines me today, babe. Are you okay with knowing I am a criminal?”
Silence meets my ears.
Loud… sickening… silence.
25
Puck
“You sure youjust wanna wait here in the parking lot like a creeper?” I ask Wrecker.
We looked Becca up. She was scarily easy to find online, the plate number of her car included, which is why I am dropping him off at the hospital where Becca and Emily work, right in front of Becca’s car.
“Emily drove, right?” he asks me for probably the tenth time, right before he gets out of the truck. Plan is for him to surprise Becca when she gets off her late shift. Considering he was a major ass to her before she left Texas, I wish I could stick around and witness their reunion.
“Yes, she’s in on it.” I assure him, referring to Emily, and roll my eyes upward, ready to push his giant ass away from the truck I borrowed from Sully.
The three of us are the picture of domesticated bliss nowadays. Me and Sully rented this huge house out in the suburbs. It is close to where Devereaux lives, and he found this place for us. In fact, I’m pretty sure he owns it and that’s why he pushed so hard to get us in it.
