Page 78 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“That’s the car they took her in,” I declare with a shaky voice. “It has to be.”
Just then, Devereaux’s footsteps echo out in the hallway as he walks from his office.
“They took her to her house.”
I stare at him. “In Sunny?”
“The one and only,” he confirms.
“Are you sure? They already tried that before and it got them nowhere…”
“They are either the worst criminals ever because why would they do that, right? Or the best, because they would take her to the last place we’d think of looking,” Sully points out.
I dump the laptop over his legs and rush to stand up.
“I’m gonna go with the worst. And they need to be dead by the time today is over.”
I am looking at Devereaux when I say that. He just nods, a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. The man is as cool as a damn cucumber, no matter what. Absolutely nothing fazes him.
“We’re going to go in three separate vehicles,” he informs me.
“Did anyone look at the cameras around her house?”
“It’s Kenny,” Devereaux confirms my fear. “Steve is there too, but more for decoration, if you ask me.”
“How did Steve get there?” I growl at the room at large. Steve was supposed to be locked tight in a warehouse, waiting for us to finish with Bricks and Snake so that we could go finish him.
“Well, Mr. Puck,” Devereaux gives me a cold stare. “Money can buy anything. We had a traitor. Malone took care of him. Now it’s time to go.” He turns around and walks out of the room, me and Sully rushing to follow him outside.
We all pile up in SUV’s, with me and Sully taking one, Malone and Devereaux in another, and the rest of Malone’s team in the third vehicle.
“She’s gonna be alright, brother,” Sully assures me when we get off the expressway and turn onto the road that leads us to Sunny. “There is no other option.”
“You know what bothers me the most about this entire scenario?” I snap at him without meaning to. “I had so many opportunities to kill him when I was younger. He should’ve been dead, and my mother should’ve been in a mental institution.”
“Hindsight is always twenty-twenty,” Sully shrugs my worries off.
“I was a wuss,” I declare. “I was scared of ending up in jail. I just wanted to get my money from my father and leave those two psychopaths behind. Instead, I ended up in a motherfuckin’ motorcycle club where I had to kill people if I wanted to survive. And I trusted Bricks when he told me he’d taken care of Kenny.”
“I’m not sure how we would’ve met if it hadn’t been for the club,” Sully reminds me in his cool manner.
“We would’ve. I just know it.” I say the words, but I’m not convinced of it.
I let out a relative sigh of relief when we finally enter the small town where Emily’s house is. We stop three blocks away, then exit the car. I am surprised when I see Malone and Devereaux doing the same.
“Won’t it be a little crowded?” I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t come rescue my daughter?” he deadpans.
“Fair enough,” I nod. “How are we going to do this?”
We’re all staring at each other for a second.
“We should’ve done all the talking before we left the house,” Devereaux points out laconically.
“Where would the fun in that be though?” I shrug, then we start planning.
Malone is standing to the side talking to one of his men, then comes to join us.
