Page 12 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“It means that you always played me for a fool. And now it’s time you paid up. You got money, and I want it. I want it all.”
Bricks clears his throat from the sidelines.
“Wewant it all,” Steve snickers and corrects himself.
“I will give you all the money. I will find a way,” I promise. “Dad will help me with it, I know he will.”
I am scared to give too much away at this point. I don’t want to tell him that Puck and dad have been working on this from the moment they found out. I don’t want to put an even bigger target on them.
“Oh, but that won’t do, my dear,” Bricks takes over my conversation with Steve. “We will get that money no matter what,” he assures me.
“So let me go then,” I cry out. “Why am I here?”
“You are here for revenge.”
The words hit me hard.
“Isn’t you hurting my mother revenge enough?” I lash out at him before I can think better of it. “You raped her and killed her baby,” I scream. “You think that didn’t hurt my father? And you took from him the woman he loved. How was any of that not enough?”
I am past upset now. I am angry. I want to jump from my spot on the floor and attack him. I want to hurt him for everything he did to my mother, to my father, and not to me.
Bricks is completely unaffected by my outburst. He lifts his eyes to look at Steve, the movement looking awkward due to how one side of his face is immobile.
“She’s got some fire in her,” he tells Steve. “She could be trained if handled properly.”
“I could barely get it up for her,” Steve shakes his head in disgust. “I sure hope to be free of her and all this once the money hits my bank account.”
“My partner will be happy to hear that,” Bricks smiles like a villain out of a comic book. “Very happy indeed. History is repeating itself.”
4
Puck
“Where the fuck is she?”
We’ve been scouring the cemetery grounds for a couple of hours now. I didn’t even tell Dylan I was leaving. As soon as I got the call from Malone, I took the keys for the truck from Sully’s outstretched hand and took off.
We found Em’s phone in the grass, close to where her mother’s grave is located. Her car is gone though, and so is she.
“There is no sign of a struggle,” Malone points out, a pensive look on his face.
“She could be dead by now.” I hate saying the words because I don’t want to manifest them into the universe. But fuck my life, my stomach is in knots, and all I can think about is that I am going to get a text soon, with a video where Emily is telling me goodbye, then blows her brains out.
Just like my mother.
The thought alone is fucking with my head. I don’t know if I can survive it if I do get something like that.
And that’s why I jump out of my skin when my cell phone starts ringing. I look at the screen but don’t recognize the number. This is not good.
I nudge Malone with my elbow and show it to him, then answer.
“Puck,” Emily’s voice rings in my ear, bringing all my fears to reality.
“Em, where the hell are you?” I burst, ready to have a coronary.
“I’m home,” she tells me in her soft voice.
“Home where?” This doesn’t make any sense.
