Page 80 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
I don’t wait for her to move. Instead, I just push the door open and force her to step back. The click of a gun echoes all around us.
“Lucas.”
Kenneth Luther Adams the Third steps from behind the door, a gun pointed at Emily’s head. His hand looks steady, and I have no doubt that he will shoot her if I dare him.
“Uncle Kenny.”
I give him my most obnoxious smile, the one he used to hate so much during my teenage years.
“Why is it,” he laughs, “that every time I am all set to come into money, you are my roadblock? Every. Fucking. Time,” he growls in frustration.
“Well,” I shrug at him, my shoulders coming up almost to my ears. “I’d say it’s karma, but I don’t know.”
He starts laughing like a lunatic.
“You have Blake’s sense of humor. How ironic.”
My heart is beating out of my chest at hearing the name. It is not only my father’s first name, but now my brother’s as well. It means a lot to me, and I don’t want Kenneth Adams to tarnish it with his words.
“I’d have thought,” he continues, unaware of the storm brewing in my mind, “that I paid all my dues to this karma you’re talking about. After all, I did have to put up with your mother for all those years. All she had to do was give me an heir. But the whore was not capable of it.”
“Hmm, you’re right about that,’ I agree with him, taking him by surprise. “However, the question is, why didn’t you go make a baby with someone else then? Was it really her that was unable to? Or…”
My eyes drop to his crotch, then I shrug, the implication of what I’m saying clear.
Kenny just laughs though.
“I see what you’re doing, Lucas,” he shakes his finger at me. “I’m smarter than you think though.”
“Well.” I cross my arms over my chest and lean back against the door, like I’m settling in for a friendly chat. “How come you don’t have your lackey doing the work for you?”
Kenny laughs again, this time harder than before, then stops just as abruptly. He moves the gun around as he points at Emily.
“Won’t you be a sweetheart and show yourhusbandwhat we have in here.”
I don’t miss the way he says the wordhusband, or the scared look on Emily’s face. She almost trips when she takes the two steps around the corner which take us straight into the living room.
“Sit down, sweetheart,” Kenny tells her. “Time to rest before you die.” He laughs again.
Emily drops on the couch, and when my eyes follow her movements, I catch the sight against the wall. A body is slumped to the side, part of his head missing. Only way I can even tell it was aheis because he’s wearing a suit.
“I present to you,” Kenny throws his arms out toward the body, “my lackey.”
My eyes go back to Emily. “Steve,” she mouths at me, and I nod in understanding.
“Wow, Uncle Kenny.” I am proud of how steady my voice is. “You actually shot him yourself? I didn’t think that was your style.”
“Oh yeah?” he chuckles. “What is my style, Lucas?”
“Drugging people, raping them, convincing them to shoot themselves in the head…”
“You can’t tell me you miss your mother,” he snorts. “She sure didn’t care about you.”
“That’s true,” I agree. “But at least she cared enough at the end to save me from that life, right?”
“You think I didn’t know where you were?” he spits at me. “The only reason I didn’t come for you sooner was because Bricks thought you were actually a good lap dog for him. You killed and cleaned after yourself like a pro. If you were my son, I’d be so proud.”
“Is there a reason why you have Emily here and not me?” I finally bring us back on track.
