Page 50 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“He told me he was going to kill you,” I whisper when I look at Puck. “He has all this stuff on both of you,” I throw my arms up in defeat.
The position I’m in is uncomfortable, so I push myself up and lean against the headboard.
“He wants to marry me to get all the money I got from Texas,” I explain, then turn angry eyes toward my father. “You told me your attorney was going to take care of transferring the funds to Steve by now. That it all looked fine.”
Dad looks taken aback for a change. That doesn’t happen very often, and hardly ever in front of me.
“He is, but things like this take time, Em. The money needs to be transferred to Puck, as your spouse, then from Puck to Steve.”
“And then what?” I scream at the both of them. “What next? Will it be over once that happens?”
“Babe,” Puck tries to calm me down, but it’s of no use.
“He is going to come after my baby,” I cry, wrapping my arms around myself and rocking back and forth.
It’s hard to believe that only weeks ago I wasn’t so sure about the baby in my belly, but now I am a mess at the thought of it getting hurt.
“He is not going to come after anyone anymore, babe.”
“There is no way for you to know, Puck,” I tell him, bitterness coating my tone.
“Steve is dead.”
15
Puck
All shit broke loose earliertoday. By the time me and Sully made it to Becca’s house, we found a war zone, with literal bodies littering the floor.
“What the fuck happened?” I took everything in while we waited for the ambulance to pull into the driveway. I could hear the sirens blaring in the distance.
I could not take my eyes off Bricks who was lying at my feet, not dead. At all. But in pretty good shape from the looks of it. Next to him was his most trusted man in the club — Snake. How in the fuck they both survived the blast that shook the clubhouse?
Paramedics rushed in and stopped next to our friend. Dylan had been shot right before we got there, and we weren’t sure if he was going to make it. I watched in awe as Becca was giving them the facts of what happened. The girl was cool as cucumber while she did it.
When it was time for them to load him in the ambulance, she went with them.
“Oh my god, boys,” Arlene Knight walked toward us and wrapped me in a tight hug.
“Tell us what happened, Mrs. K.”
“Both me and Becca got messages from Dylan to come meet him at the house,” she started saying. “But when we got here, I found Bricks and Dylan fighting on the floor, then a gun went off. It got Dylan,” she whimpered.
“What happened to these two?” I pointed at Bricks and Snake.
“Becca’s neighbor took Snake out with a skillet.” I almost laughed at that. “And Becca took Bricks down with a baseball bat.”
“It’s like he’s got nine lives,” Sully muttered when Bricks moaned in pain. The paramedics were putting him on a stretcher.
As soon as they got him and Snake out, we all rushed out to the hospital, where we currently are. The news is not good.
Dylan is in a coma.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I frown at the screen when I see it’s Devereaux.
“Where the fuck is Emily?” he growls into my ear as soon as I answer.
My hands instantly start to shake.
