Page 8 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“Did she go downstairs?” he looks at me expectantly.
“She went downstairs, and then she got in the car and drove herself to the cemetery,” I deadpan. I’d be laughing at the look on his face if my own face wasn’t in terrible pain.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he growls at me.
Instead of answering, I just grab my phone and throw it at him.
He takes a minute to read everything over and regroup.
“Malone will go get her and bring her to Becca’s,” he finally decides.
I grab a towel to wipe at my face, then keep my head back for a few seconds.
“I don’t think so,” I inform him. “I’m going to get her.”
“Dylan needs you at Rebecca’s house. You’re going.” With that, he walks out.
I start laughing so hard, my face is hurting again.
“I don’t know who he thinks he’s talking to,” I tell Sully. “But I don’t have to do shit.”
“I actually need you at Becca’s, brother,” Sully replies with sadness in his voice. “I’m sorry. He needs the entire house done in record time. I’ll just need you for a bit in the beginning. And if Malone brings Emily to Becca’s, it’ll all good, right?”
I close my eyes and try to think while I continue applying pressure to my nose with the towel I used earlier.
“I am only doing it because I don’t think I can drive or ride my bike. That fucker hit me like a damn tank,” I say, referring to Dylan. “My head’s a mess and my back hurts.”
I sound like a petulant child, but I don’t care. I grab my phone from where Devereaux put it before leaving my room, then shoot Emily a text.
Me: Malone is on his way to pick you up. Something came up, but he’s bringing you to me, ‘kay?
I wait for a few seconds, but there’s no immediate reply. With a sigh, I drop both phone and towel on the bed, then look for a clean shirt to put on. Once that’s done, I reach for the sweatshirt I always have sitting on the back of the chair, but it’s gone. Emily must’ve taken it. That little bit is making me grin from ear to ear, and I forgive her for taking off like this. I’ll still give her hell when I see her though.
“Okay, let’s get this show on the road, so I can get my hands on my woman,” I tell Sully. “She’s got some‘splainingto do.”
By the time we make our way downstairs, everyone is outside discussing who’s taking what vehicle. I end up in Sully’s truck.
“I’m not having you ride bitch on the bike,” he grumbles at me when I ask.
I just smirk at him. “Bummer.”
The ride to Becca’s house is not long, and I smile when we pass the street where Emily lives. I glance toward her house, frowning in confusion when I think I see a strange car parked in her driveway. Who would that be?
Ten minutes after that, we are finally at Becca’s. The family all goes inside while me and Sully start evaluating what we’re dealing with.
“This is a lot more than I thought,” I tell Sully. “I didn’t realize she had so much property in the back. Lots of places to hide,” I point at the trees and bushes lining up the property line.
Becca has only one house close enough to where they could actually talk from each other’s back porch. Just as I’m looking, a woman comes out, dragging something behind her. It looks like some sort of workout equipment.
“She’s hot,” I elbow Sully and point at her. He stops to look but not for long. And here I was ready to play some weird matchmaker.
My cell phone ringing stops me from making a sarcastic comment. It’s Malone.
“You got Emily?” I say as soon as I answer, but his response kills me on the spot.
“She’s gone.”
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