Page 34 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“The judge sent a message that it’s all done,” her father informs us.
“Good news,” I agree. Emily doesn’t comment, but the tension radiating from her body is palpable.
“Dad,” Emily interrupts us. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
I glance down at her, but she is refusing to meet my eyes. If she thinks she can just do whatever she wants and leave me behind in the dust, she can think again.
“Whatever you have to talk about, you can say it in front of me, babe,” I smirk at her.
She finally shows some emotion when she turns to look at me, a furious look on her face.
“Maybe I don’t want to, Puck. Have you thought of that?”
“I have,” I laugh. “But I don’t care. You’re mine now.”
She stomps her foot on the ground, reminding me so much of the girl she was when we first met. Before Steve killed all the lighthearted humor she had in her.
“Dad!”
Devereaux looks like he wants to laugh as well.
“Give me some time, Em,” he tells her. “I know what you want. It’s not happening.”
That seems to enrage her more, and this time it’s not funny.
“You two think you know everything! You know nothing,” she screams. “All the things he told me, I will die if anything happens to either one of you,” she sobs.
I reach out and bring her into my chest. She fits perfectly against my body, and I can’t get enough of her.
“I will die,” she repeats.
“Nobody is going to die, babe,” I whisper into her hair. “I won’t allow it. And neither will your father.”
She pushes at my chest until I let go of her.
“And what of the two of you die before me?” She wipes furiously at her face. “They said they’d kill you both. So what will happen to me then? Huh?”
I stare at Devereaux over Emily’s head, neither one of us willing to react at what she said. Who arethey?
“Malone will take you to the safe house,” I tell her through my clenched jaw, getting a nod of approval from Devereaux. “Do not try anything funny, babe.” My voice is unforgiving. “Or there will be hell to pay.”
“You can’t do this to me, Puck,” she yells and tries to yank her arm away from the tight grip I have on her. “Neither one of you have any right to do this to me.”
I stop and spin her around to face me, the move so abrupt, our bodies collide when she falls into me.
“We don’t have the right to keep you safe? To keep this baby safe?” I growl at her.
She looks away, tears running down her face. It seems like all she’s done since I told her that we were getting married has been this. Crying.
“You need to trust us,” I repeat my words from earlier. “And you also need to start telling us everything you know. Because it is obvious that you know more than you let on.”
The guilty look on her face confirms my suspicions.
“I need to go grab my gear, and then I’ll join you at the house where Malone is going to take you to.”
“He should take me to my house,” she retorts. “That’s where I want to be. Home. With my own stuff.”
I don’t bother to even consider her request. It’s not smart, and she knows it. She’s just talking out of her ass now.
