Page 43 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“What’s in it for me,” Dylan asks, but I can tell he’s in. He’s not leaving Montana now that his woman is pregnant. I get a small pang in my chest at the thought. I wish I could share with him that my woman is pregnant, too. No, not just my woman.My wife.
“Dude,” I throw my hands up, like it’s a no brainer. “What the fuck is better than us? You get us, that’s what you’re getting.”
“You know you just want me for my money, Puck.”
“Yeah,” I snicker, “that don’t hurt either.” But then all laughter is gone from my tone. “Seriously, brother, we need you. Stay here with us.”
“On one condition.” Ah, we got him.
“If you’re gonna wanna make out, it’s a hard pass from me,” I joke, but he’s not laughing.
“You do not sleep until this shit with Bricks or whoever is fucking with us is resolved.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes in amusement. Like I ever sleep anyway. Sully jumps in to comment.
“Brother, I’m actually offended that you think we wouldn’t take care of this cluster regardless.”
Ain’t that the truth. I nod at Sully in gratitude, and I see Dylan doing the same.
“I guess we’re in business then. And you fuckers better make me some money because I got kids to feed and a woman to keep happy.”
I give him a pensive thought. I can’t wait until I am free to talk about Emily to whomever I want, whenever I want.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I finally say, then spin my chair back to face the desk. I am hunched in it, my eyes roaming over the screens I have turned on.
All of a sudden, something catches my attention, and I jump in my seat, almost falling on my keyboard when I grab it and start typing.
“Dude,” I keep on saying on repeat while I’m typing away. I don’t think my fingers ever moved this fast before.
“Dude,” Sully growls at me. “If you saydudeone more time and don’t tell us why, Ima lay you out.”
I am so focused on what I’m doing, I can’t even spare him a glance. I worry that they’ll disappear if I look away.
“They’re online right now.”
“Who’s online?” Dylan asks from behind me.
“Whoever is pretending to be Bricks,” I turn my head a bit to address him, but never take my eyes off the screen. My mind is going a mile a minute as I try to process everything I see on there. “He’s looking for a hitman, but he only wants to take you out. He’s changed his mind. He wants Becca alive. And the baby.”
I feel sick to my stomach as I read this, so I’m sure Dylan is in much worse shape. That’s confirmed by the cuss he lets out.
“Maybe you should let Becca stay with your mom and Stewart for a while, no?” Sully tries to be helpful, but the idea only scares me more. I don’t want to bring all this into Devereaux’s house since that’s where Emily is.
“Is anyone responding to his request?” Dylan tries to decipher the information on the screen.
“Not yet. The fucker is not offering enough money for all the work he wants done.” I bid on the job before, but he never responded, so I’m not sure what the deal is. “He thinks this is the clubhouse and he can just throw some crumbs to a couple of prospects.”
“Answer him,” Dylan nudges at my shoulder.
We go back and forth over what we should say.
“Tell him you need all the money before you do the work,” he instructs.
“That’s stupid. Who’s gonna fall for that?” My earlier bid was for the same terms they had laid out.
“Someone who’s desperate enough to get the job done.”
That’s a good point. I can only hope that they don’t have enough money to hire other people to kill Emily.
