Page 82 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
Puck doesn’t hesitate. In fact, he almost leaps over the back of the couch when he lands next to me.
“Are you okay?” he whispers into my ear when he puts an arm around my shoulders.
“I don’t know,” I whisper back. Adrenaline is taking over now, and my hands are shaking.
“Sully is in the back,” he whispers again right before his head pushes forward with such force, it almost knocks me out.
I press a hand to my temple, confused by what’s happening. Puck sits next to me, shaking his head a couple of times as if to get his wits about him.
“I just told you to sit on the couch, you little fucker,” Kenny growls at him. “I didn’t tell you to talk to her.”
Another noise comes from my bedroom, this time louder.
“You need to tell whoever is back there to come out, Lucas.” Kenny grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back, gun barrel firmly pressed against my temple. “Don’t think I won’t have her gray matter all over your face if you don’t.”
Heavy footsteps come from down the hallway, making all of us freeze in our respective positions.
“No need to do that,Uncle Kenny,” Blake Sully speaks from somewhere behind me. I can’t turn to look since my head is being held still, but I’m praying we’re not going to add Puck’s best friend in the world to the body count.
“Ah,” Kenny lets go of my head with a sudden move. “Look who came to the rescue! My long lost nephew.”
Nephew? Maybe I hit my head a little harder than I thought because I don’t understand what’s happening right now.
“Always good to meet new family,” Blake continues, sounding completely insincere.
“Hmm, maybe I should’ve taken you and claimed you as mine when your mother called, begging for help,” Kenny muses.
“Indeed,” Blake agrees. “What a missed opportunity.”
Kenny starts laughing like that is the best thing he’s heard in forever.
“I like him.” He addresses Puck. “He’s a lot more personable than you.” He then turns back to Blake Sully. “He was very need as a child. And I see that he never grew out of it.”
I turn my head to see everyone better, just in time to witness the resolution in Sully’s eyes. He is getting ready to attack. Unfortunately, Kenneth Adams is ready as well. He has good reflexes that we underestimated.
Just as Sully is about to throw himself at Kenny’s shooting arm, Kenny fires the gun.
“No!” My voice is loud, taking me by surprise.
Sully drops to the ground with a thud, but he is not dead. He lifts his head to look at the side of his stomach, and his hand comes up full of blood.
“Ah shit,” Kenny complains. “I was hoping he’d drop dead.”
He points and is about to pull the trigger again, but something stops him.
“I think that was my last round. Fuck.” He lets go of my hair, pulls the magazine out and looks at it, grinning like a lunatic when he sees what he wants.
I feel Puck tensing next to me, and I know he’s about to leap off the couch, so I prepare myself for it. I give his hand a light squeeze, just enough to get his attention.
“Now,” I mouth to him when he looks at me.
I grab a hold of the long cardigan I have laying across my legs, making sure I have a good grip. I stand up at the same time as Puck and swing my cardigan toward the back of Kenny’s head just as Puck knocks the gun from out of his hand. The heavy weight in the pocket of my cardigan knocks Kenny right into Puck’s fist.
I rush to pick up the gun from where it landed on the floor, then turn around and point it at Kenny.
“Hmm,” he muses. “Neither one of you is as stupid as I was led to believe.”
“Puck,” I cry out to him when I see him just staring at his uncle’s face. I’m not sure what he’s actually seeing, but I know it’s not the scene in front of him.
