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“Right.” Trev scoffed. “Tell me, genius. Who’s this mysterious brother of mine then?”

“Roderick Legrand,” Jupiter replied.

“Never heard of him.”

“Well, he is known by another name.”

“Yeah, and what’s that? The fuckin’ Easter Bunny?”

“Boss Cold.”

Chapter

Three

“Who?” Trev spat.

“Boss Cold,” Jupiter repeated firmly.

The door opened, and the two men who were with Jupiter earlier charged inside.

The clean-shaven one scowled as he snapped, “Hey! We good to go or what?”

“Good.” Jupiter still had Trev pinned. “We’re just getting to know each other a bit better, that’s all.”

“Fuck you! You have got the wrong guy.” Trev refused to stop struggling. “My mother never had any other kids, you fucking idiot!”

“That may be true, but your father, Boris Legrand, had several. You have a big half brother out there, and he’s a dangerous gangster.”

Trev tensed.

Boris was his father’s name.

He’d thought Boris’s last name was Usher. His mother’s was Wilson and they never married, but certainly she wouldn’t have lied to Trev about something so important. She would have told him if he had any half-siblings out there.

Unless she had a very good reason not to.

Said half-siblings being gangsters was a solid justification, but that still didn’t feel right. Trev’s mom had never been afraid to be honest with him about anything, which meant she probably hadn’t known about this particular relation.

“Play nice and behave yourself, and you’ll even get to meet your family.” Jupiter smirked. “Won’t that be fun?”

“What the fuck makes you think this guy will even give you what you want for a half brother he probably doesn’t know about?” Trev rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna have us go on Maury and talk it out or something? Have a big, tearful reunion? This is insane!”

“Boss Cold is very partial to his family, and he’s short on blood relatives. That’s where you come in.”

“That’s enough,” the bearded man snapped. “You get the thing or not?”

“Nearly.” Jupiter reached into his jacket.

Gun.

Jupiter had to be reaching for a gun.

Trev twisted away from Jupiter, adrenaline pumping through every muscle as he finally broke free. He flipped his legs over his head, clumsily tumbling to the other side of the bed. On his feet once more, he scrambled for what to do next.

He was outnumbered, unarmed, and his little stunt had put him in a corner.

Fuck.

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