Page 124 of Ready to Cash Out

What the hell was up with that?

Maybe it was some sort of stupid gangster thing.

Whatever it was, Trev didn’t like it.

And he sure as hell wasn’t going to wait until Friday to get out of here.

He didn’t know what Cold was up to, but Trev wanted no part of it. He’d had enough of murder and plotting and gangster bullshit, especially when he was certain he was only being used as a pawn again. It was a game he couldn’t get on top of and he saw no clear way to win except to exit as quickly as possible.

But Jupiter…

Shit.

Okay.

Trev had to figure out how to get out of here with Jupiter and—shit, Juicy was here too.

Right, got it.

He had to figure out a way to get out of here with Jupiter and Juicy and then out of the damn country as fast as they could. He hated that they could be trapped here through Friday, helpless to be strung along by Cold’s devious puppeteering. There was no doubt in Trev’s mind that Cold thought of them as expendable, which meant he’d be willing to put any of them at risk for his own gain.

Fuck that.

Juicy was his only friend and Jupiter was, well, whatever he was. Even though he was acting like a giant idiot right now, Trev did care about Jupiter and didn’t want to see anything happen to him.

If Trev couldn’t stop Cold’s plans or escape before the shit went down, then he needed to find out what those plans were and do everything he could to keep the people he cared about safe.

With a sigh, Trev trudged upstairs and down the hall to find the guest room. It was exactly where Cold said it would be, and Trev was relieved to see Juicy as soon as he walked in.

Juicy was in bed, bundled up beneath the blankets and sleeping.

There were at least a dozen pill bottles lined up on the bedside table and a petite woman with peroxide blonde hair stood next to the bed, tapping away at her phone. She didn’t look up when Trev walked in, but she said, “Ah, you must be Trevanion.”

“Trev.” Trev sat down on the side of the bed. “You’re Doctor Queen?”

“Yes.” She kept typing.

“Is he all right?”

“Yes. He’s sedated.”

“Sedated?” Trev scowled. “What the fuck for?”

“Because he hasn’t been on his medication in almost forty-eight hours and was becoming agitated,” she said coolly. “He was a danger to himself and others.”

“Juicy?” Trev scoffed. “How the hell is he a danger to anyone?”

“Are you family?”

“He’s my friend.”

Queen finally looked up from her phone. “Friends are not privy to private medical history.”

“What about friends whose half-brother is Boss Cold, who probably pays your checks, huh?” Trev rose from the bed and crossed his arms, glaring down at Queen. “If there’s something wrong with Juicy, I want to know. Right fucking now.”

“No.”

“You have five seconds to tell me or?—”

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