Page 53 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“Thatisfunny,” I snort. “He won’t be happy about it when he wakes up.”
We both chuckle at our friend’s predicament, but then it dies when the reality of our situation crashes on us.
“Dylan had buried explosive in the back of Becca’s yard.”
I nod in confirmation. Dylan did that after the first time the security system tripped without showing any sign of anyone trespassing.
“Shortie stepped on it,” he continues. “He’s dead. For good this time.”
I just stare at him, trying to process everything.
“Bricks played him. Used Sugar as bait. Told him she was alive and wanted him.”
Sadness washes over me. Despite everything, Shortie was a good guy. He had his issues, and he just wanted a chance with the woman he was in love with. That ended up being the thing that finally killed him. Love.
“He was obsessed with Sugar.”
I stare at the wall, trying to process everything. Things start clicking into place, making more sense and forming a bigger picture.
“Do we know anything about Sugar? Other than her being Dylan’s baby mama,” I snort.
Sugar, also known as Mia Smith, was the club whore who got pregnant on purpose with our VP’s baby so that his father could use it against him.
I crack the door open to grab one of the laptops from inside the room. It is the one I stole from Shortie’s room at the club in what feels like another life.
“I got an idea,” I tell Sully and walk back downstairs, taking residence on the fancy couch in Devereaux’s living room.
I open the laptop and wait for it to power up, then stare at the field that requires a password. I type inSugar. I get nothing.Mia Smith. Nothing.
“Do we know her date of birth?”
Sully opens his phone to log into the security system we have. We kept records of certain people. The club whore was one of them only because she is the biological mother of Ethan Knight, and it felt important to have it.
“April first, nineteen ninety-three,” Sully tells me within minutes.
I stare back at the screen, wondering how to type it in. Would Shortie have used the numerals for it or the actual words?
In the end, I decide to do a combination of the two, where I use the numerals only for the year part.
I almost throw up when the little wheel on the screen spins for a few seconds, then the screen comes to life.
“Fuck,” I laugh out loud. “We’re in.”
About fucking time too, I’d say.
16
Puck
My dearest Lucas,
Sometimes, the choices we make in this life are not our own. The knowledge is sometimes a hard pill to swallow, and because of that, we end up taking it out on others.
Kenny married me because he thought he was in love with me. In fact, he was as obsessed with me as I was with him. We were just two deranged people in love. But I think his obsession went a little deeper. And when he found out that the baby I gave birth to was not his, he tried to kill us both.
You somehow survived. You were a strong little guy, and you grew into an even stronger man. I am proud of you. It is ironic that you will end up being my greatest achievement. The one thing I am leaving on this earth that makes any sense.
I am going to die tonight. Kenny is going to drug me, then he is going to give me a gun and ask me to shoot myself in the head with it. It is a game we played before, he and I. There were never any bullets in the gun. But I somehow have a feeling that will not be the case tonight.
