Page 3 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“Dude, I gotta tell you something.”
I am drilling holes into his head right now with the intensity of my stare.
“What is it?”
“Not here.” I look around us, hating that I have to break the happy get together. “It’s important, and there are two major things I gotta tell you. Two,” I repeat as if to make a point.
Just then, Arlene butts in, distracting us for a few moments, especially when she tries really hard to make Dylan hold the baby she has in her arms.
“Mrs. K,” I try to distract her. “You look so good with a baby in your arms. There’s no way you’re old enough to be these two fuckers’ mom,” I finish, referring to Dylan and Wyatt.
Devereaux snaps at me from the side. “Mr. Puck, you need to learn your audience. And this is not it.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. “Yes, sir.” I then turn to Dylan. “Dude, come inside.”
We are so close to getting out of here without looking suspicious, when Arlene ambushes him with the baby again, basically forcing him to hold her. He looks all constipated while doing it, and I’d laugh if I wasn’t worried about more important things.
“Okay, people, I get that this is the funniest thing we’ve all seen in a while.” And it really is. Good thing that baby Becca’s having is not with him, look at this mess. “But I really need to speak with the big guy. It’s important. Now.”
“Somebody take the fuckin’ baby away from me already,” Dylan calls out to the yard at large, and Arlene finally takes pity on him and grabs the bundle of joy.
When I think he’s taking too long to get in the house, I push at him to go faster, then walk around him to get to the door first. I feel jittery as fuck all of a sudden.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you high?” Dylan watches me with apprehension when we are finally away from everyone.
I run my hands up and down my face. “I wish.” And God, do I ever.
“I was fucking around on the dark web,” I finally start when I see him just staring at me.
“Since when are you into that?” Fair question.
“Shortie taught me a few things,” I shrug, keeping to myself the fact that I was not completely clueless about any of that before getting into the club.
“Dude, I’m not one hundred percent sure yet.” I stop to take a deep breath, trying to focus. “But I think Bricks is alive.” I mean, I’m sure, but unless I see him with my own eyes, how would I know with one hundred percent certainty that he really is alive?
“What. The. Fuck.”
My sentiments exactly.
“Pretty much,” I agree and start pacing. We are in so much trouble.
“How?”
“I don’t fucking know. We watched that building blow up. I know for a fact he was in that building at the time.”
Dylan is in Wrecker mode right now, whether he likes it or not.
“Okay, we need to talk to Sully about this. What else did you find out?”
I take a deep breath in, then take my time letting it all out, wondering how to give him the rest of the news.
“I think he’s watching Becca.”
I wait with bated breath for him to explode, but it’s not happening. His jaw clenches and he continues staring at me with a lethal look in his eyes.
“Well, that’s not fuckin’ good,” he finally says.
I wonder how wise it is for me to tell him about Becca being pregnant with that doctor’s baby. I don’t think things are going to go well at all, for any of us.
