Page 63 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“What’s happening?” She sounds wide awake now. I hate that she’s worried.
“Dylan’s brother is here. Well,” I hesitate for a second, “your brother too, right?” I’d laugh if she didn’t look at me completely panic stricken.
“Do I have to come downstairs, too?”
“Not right now, babe. We need to talk about Dylan’s situation for now,” I explain. “But I’ll let you know what’s going on, okay?”
She just nods, breaking my heart with the sadness that’s taken over. The reminder of Dylan and the fact that he is in a coma is looming over us all. We don’t know how much longer before he wakes up, and we have to trust the doctor when he tells us that we need to give his patient time.
When I have my jeans and t-shirt on, I walk toward the bed to give Emily a quick kiss. It is a lot softer this time, at complete odds to how we started five minutes ago.
“He’ll be fine. I’m sure of it.” I say the words, but I have no fucking clue at all. Dylan could be dead by morning for all I know.
I make my way downstairs, surprised to find the living room full of people. Wyatt Knight is at the center of it all.
“No,” his voice booms against the walls. “He needs to be dead. I need to see that he is dead. This cannot happen again.”
“Wy,” Arlene gives him a watery smile. “I get it, I really do. But what if someone connects you to all this somehow? What’s going to happen to your practice back home?” That’s a good point. Wyatt is an attorney. I don’t think there’d be a way around it if he got caught trying to kill his father. Well, stepfather now, I suppose.
“Who the fuck is going to see me, Ma? We’re gonna be in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere,” Wyatt snaps at his mother, reminding me so much of Dylan. I grin at that. Wrecker would be so proud of his little brother if he could see him now.
“What about Ali and the kids?” she cries. “You can’t do this to them.”
“I am doing thisforthem, ma,” Wyatt insists. “I couldn’t live with myself if I knew I didn’t do everything in my power to take out the one man who could ruin their lives. If not now, then later. He will not rest until he took us all out. Do you understand that?”
Arlene drops her head in her hands, grief enveloping the room when she speaks.
“After everything I went through in this life to protect you, I can’t lose both my boys to this.”
“Well,” Wyatt smirks, again a complete replica of his older brother, “let’s make sure you don’t lose your grandkids either, yeah?”
I decide this is a good time for me to make my presence known.
“I’m in,” I raise my hand like I’m in school. “I’m not sure what the plan is, but if it involves killing that fucker, Bricks, for good, I am so in.”
Wyatt turns to look at me, the grin taking over his face almost clown-like.
“That’s the spirit,” he points at me. “This is what I need. Team work, dude.” He walks over and gives me a high five. “I heard we’re brothers-in-law now, eh?”
“Fuck yeah,” I grin back. “And your sister is working on getting the courage to meet you,” I promise.
“I get it,” he waves my worries away. “And I’ll be ready when she is.”
“Perfect.” I clap my hands, then rub them together as I take everyone in. “So what are we doing here?”
“Puck,” Arlene gives me a sad look. “I was hoping you’d be the voice of reason.”
A snort comes from the side. Sully. “Since when?”
“He’s right,” I nod and point at my brother. My fuckingbrother. The grin on my face grows bigger. “I am never the voice of reason in any situation. But I am the middle finger they will all hate to look at.”
“You and me both,” Wyatt laughs while Arlene is shaking her head at us in despair.
Devereaux, who’s been standing to the side during the entire exchange, takes a step forward, and we all get quiet. It’s like he is the high school principal, and we try not to sneaker when he stares us down with his intense gaze. I should probably be scared though.
“We are leaving in an hour,” he declares, making Arlene gasp in shock.
“You’re going with them?” She is definitely crying now, all control having left her body.
