Page 81 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“She was supposed to marry that fucker there. He was supposed to ruin you and her father. That was a double revenge for both me and Bricks. But now I hear you already married her… So he wasn’t of any use to me.”
I swallow hard and force myself not to grab Emily and run out of here.
“So what do you want now? Is there a reason to all this circus you created?”
“Now?” His eyes seem to be unfocused for a few moments. “Now it’s time for you to die.”
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Emily
“Now it’stime for you to die.”
My mind is tired, making it difficult for my brain to process words. I am grateful for the fact that Kenny sent me straight to the couch. I grab my cardigan that I took off earlier and lay it nervously across my lap. The more I stare at the scene in front of me, the more an idea takes root inside my head.
The only problem would be the execution. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do it.
“Kenny,” Puck tsks. “That’s no way for you to talk to your last living relative, is it?”
“Like I give a fuck,” Kenny laughs. “I could’ve had you killed ten times over.”
“Yeah, yeah, you said that, Kenny,” Puck interrupts him. “But you didn’t do it. Why?”
“Why, why, why,” his uncle waves the gun around.
I clench my hands into tight fists, forcing myself not to react. In reality, I’d really prefer it if I could throw myself to the ground, then crawl out of this house.
“You always wanted to know why,” Kenny spits at Puck, bringing my full attention to them. “A very nosy little shit, if you ask me.”
“That’s me,” Puck grins in response. “I’ll have you know that I’m still nosy as fuck. And I’m dying to know why you let me live for all these years.”
Kenny stares at him for the longest time. I worry for a second that he will do to him the same thing he did to Steve. Just raise the gun and shoot him in the head. That’s why I’m surprised when he actually answers the question.
“Well, it started as a game,” he says. “I was curious if you had the balls to go to Bricks. I told your mother you wouldn’t do it,” he snickers. “But for whatever weird reason in her crazy as fuck head, she thought you were smart.”
“Hmm, I think I am, too,” Puck announces, sounding amused, only the set of his tense shoulders betraying how nervous he is.
“You are what?” It’s like Kenny lost his train of thought.
“Smart,” Puck explains. “I think I’m smart.”
“Not that smart if you shackled yourself to that one.” He points at me with his gun. “You’ll regret it for the rest of your life. Although,” he laughs. “Since you’re going to die tonight, you won’t have to worry about it for long.”
“True that,” Puck agrees, and I want to slap him. “Let’s get back to you telling me why you left me alone for all these years.”
“You joined Bricks’ crew,” he shrugs. “And I don’t fucking know how, but Devereaux caught wind of it. He called me. He was going to kill me if I killed you. You were not worth it,” he shrugs.
“I bet you regret it now though, don’t you?” Puck taunts him.
“I regret not kidnapping this little bitch and marrying her myself,” he snorts in amusement. “All that money would’ve been mine by now. But no,” he throws his hands up in the air, “Bricks had to play his games. He just had to beat Devereaux at his own game and make his daughter pay for her father’s sins.”
“That was not smart at all, Uncle Kenny,” Puck agrees with him. I watch in horror when I see him taking a small step forward. “I get why you’re upset now.”
“We didn’t think this little bitch was going to squeal,” he points his gun at me again. “Steve kept on assuring us that she was dumber than a box of rocks. And just look at us today. Fuck!” He throws his head back and screams at the ceiling.
There’s a faint noise coming from the back of the house, making all three of us freeze.
“What the hell was that?” Kenny inquires, now pointing the gun at Puck. “Get on the couch next to the bitch,” he tells him.
