Page 76 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
The answer is so logical and obvious, I want to laugh at the confusion on Steve’s face.
“And you know what the kicker is?” Kenny is laughing now some more. “She transferred all the money into his name. All. My. Fucking. Money.”
I debated for the longest time if what I was doing was a good idea. In the end, even though I wanted Steve off my back, I just didn’t want him to have the money. I decided to give it to Puck instead, and he can make the decision on what he wants to do with it.
With my thoughts on Puck and the money he doesn’t even know he has yet, I almost miss the gun that Kenny pulls from the inside pocket of his jacket.
“Kenny, man,” Steve shakes his head in distress. “You don’t mean this. You know you don’t.”
I press both hands to my mouth, scared to blink while also horrified of what I might see if I don’t close my eyes.
“You know what I do know for sure, Steve?” Kenny spits at him. “That nothing in this life is for certain. That includes the air you breathe. Or the fact that you’re breathing at all.”
He brings the gun up and points it at Steve’s head. Without any hesitation whatsoever, he pulls the trigger. Steve’s brains splatter all over the wall behind him. A wall I worked so hard to fix when I first moved in. It used to be such a mess. And now… it’s a lot messier.
I’m not sure why I don’t scream. After all, it is not every day that one watches someone’s brains being blown. Especially when that someone is a person you used to think you might spend the rest of your days with.
Kenny flicks at a couple of blood droplets that have landed on his expensive looking suit.
“I’m not sure this will come off. Do you think it will?”
He stares at me like he actually expects me to answer his questions.
“Uh, I… I think it might,” I manage to say. “If you clean it right away.”
Kenny looks at it again, then back at me.
“Eh, I guess I’ll just have to toss this one.”
“Good idea,” I whisper. “That’s best.”
He comes closer until he is by the chair facing the couch. He sits down with a flourish, then places the gun on the side table I have there.
“Miss Stewart,” Kenny smiles at me. “Emily, if I may.”
He stares and waits for me to respond.
“Of course,” I reply right away.
“Me and your father go way back. In fact, I used to know your mother as well. Kind of a weak woman overall.” He makes a funny face when he says it. “But your father kept her anyway.”
I swallow hard and wait for him to continue. I don’t understand where this is going.
“And Lucas,” he smirks. “Lucas is my brother’s son. Did he ever tell you about me?”
“I…” I hesitate, not sure how much or how little might trigger him. “Just a bit.”
“Lucas stayed loyal to my brother.” Kenny’s voice gets colder yet when he mentions his brother. “He couldn’t even remember him. The man died when Lucas was in diapers for god’s sake.”
“I understand,” I tell him when he looks at me questioningly.
“So it will be interesting to see how loyal he is to you.”
“What do you mean?” I am shaking now. The way he is looking at me scares me. Not to mention, the evidence of him not having any qualms about killing another human being is currently lying only feet away from me.
“It’s show time,” he grins.
God, please don’t let me die.
