Page 6 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“Did she help Bricks with drugging Arlene? Is that why Bricks later helped her and Kenny with getting rid of Blake?”
Devereaux turns his head to stare at me. A proud smile spreads over his face. I feel like I passed an assignment.
“Very good, Mr. Puck. That’s exactly what happened.”
“Were you going to get revenge on Elaine too then?” I speak over the sudden emotion that’s overcoming my senses. “Make her pay for what she did?”
“Most definitely,” Devereaux tells me with no hesitation.
I avert my eyes, wondering how he is okay with me marrying his daughter, having a family with her in the near future…
“Do you hate me?” I can’t help but ask, hating the insecurity coating my voice.
“Mr. Puck,” Devereaux sighs in amusement, “if I hated you, you wouldn’t be here today. At all.”
The finality of his words is obvious.
“Also, bear in mind that if I hated any spawn of my enemies, Mr. Knight would not be here today either.”
“Which one?” I joke, even though I know he is referring to Dylan, but then drop it. “Is Wyatt going to change his last name to yours?”
It’s a valid question, I think. His answer is quick.
“I doubt it. But I am okay with it. A name is just a name,” he shrugs. “Just various letters thrown together. It doesn’t mean anything to the way I feel about him, his brother or his mother.”
A name is just a name.
The words are on repeat in my head, and I am so distracted by them, I don’t even see Sully when he joins our little party. Devereaux leaves us to go join Arlene. She is holding court with Wyatt’s little baby in her arms.
I can’t wait to have a baby with Emily, I realize, warmth spreading around my heart. I will not let anyone hold my baby like Wyatt does. He is just standing there, smiling, and constantly eating something with Dylan’s kid, Ethan.
My cell phone dings with a message. I smile when I see it’s from Emily telling me she is going to lie down for a nap.
All of a sudden, the back door opens, and Dylan is walking out in the backyard, a thunderous look on his face. And he’s coming for me.
“You,” he points at me. “Say your goodbyes because I’m about to kill you.”
I see him running at me, and just as he’s about to grab me, I dodge to the right. It is obvious that he wants to kill me, and I, well, I don’t want to die.
“Dude, what’s gotten into you?” I am just flabbergasted by what’s happening.
“What’s gotten into me?” he repeats the question. “You came at me with this bullshit about Becca being pregnant…”
All the blood drains from my face, and now I am scared.
“Fuck, she’snotpregnant?” How did I get it so wrong? I mean, that dude said he wanted to see the baby, and…
“Oh, she’s pregnant alright.” Shit, this is not good.
All of a sudden, he flips the wooden table we’ve been dancing around, and he is on me. I have no idea what he’s yelling as he punches me in the face over and over again.
I think I am dead for sure when Sully grabs him off me and pulls him back, not with little effort, and also with some help from Malone. I watch in confusion and pain as they start chatting like all’s well in the world.
When I sit up, blood gushes from my nose. I instinctively lift the bottom of my white shirt to wipe at it. It comes all bright red.
“Wreck,” I start, but then more blood comes out. I reach out to grab a couple of napkins that flew off the table when the fucker flipped it over.
“What did I do?” I ask once I got one stuffed in each nostril to stop the bleeding.
