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“Wow. That dick must be good.” Trev quirked his brows. “Because you’re sucking on that Kool-Aid hard.”

Jimmy laughed a little. “I guess so. But it’s because of what I’ve seen. What I’ve seen him do.” He offered his hand. “If you wanna talk about it, I’m free tonight.”

Trev took Jimmy’s hand to give it a shake, but then he grunted when Jimmy pulled him in for a hug. “Yeah, no, I’m good.” He pushed Jimmy away. “How often do you have to stop and spit out Cold’s jizz when you talk? Like every other sentence?”

“Ew, that’s gross.”

“Almost as gross as this conversation.” Trev scowled. “He’s your man. I get it. You’re gonna defend him. But don’t waste your breath defending him to me, okay? I’m done with his ass and I’m leaving as soon as I fucking can.”

“Just…” Jimmy sighed. “Please think about it?”

“Okay. Yup. Thinking.” Trev hummed. “Wow! And the answer is still no.” He left Jimmy standing there as he stalked back toward Jupiter’s room.

“Hey! Trev!” Rowena was coming up the stairs to cut him off.

Trev groaned. “What?”

“What’s wrong?” Rowena frowned. “Your face looks like a cat’s ass.”

“He had a fight with Rod,” Jimmy replied from behind him. “He wants to leave after tomorrow.”

Trev whirled around to find Jimmy had followed him, and he groaned again, more loudly than before. “Can you both just fuck off? Pretty please?

“What did Roddy do?” Rowena demanded.

“It doesn’t matter.” Trev forced a smile. “If you want to know so badly, you can go ask him yourself. He’s sitting on his ugly couch, being a smug bitch.”

“Bitch? Where?” Juicy sounded alarmed. “Barkie hasn’t been snipped. Better keep her away from him.” He frowned as he approached them, the bathrobe sash he was using as a leash dragging behind him. “Hey! Are we having a meeting? I’m sorry I’m late. No one told me.”

“It’s fine, Juicy.” Trev gritted his teeth. “Everybody is just giving me shit because we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Oh! We are?” Juicy frowned. “But we’re going to have Chinese tomorrow. And I still haven’t found the two trees I was looking for.”

“We can get Chinese to go and I will help you look for all the fucking trees you want. Far, far away from here.”

Just Trev, his gangster boyfriend, and an old man who used to be a hitman for the mob and was apparently stalking Trev and his mother for years.

Totally fine.

Just fucking fine.

Not that Trev was going to bring any of that up right now.

Rowena pouted. “I’m sorry, Trev. Really. I know Roddy can be a giant dickhole and he’s not real good at opening up to people. It’s hard for him to trust people.”

“No shit,” Trev quipped. “Why trust anybody when it’s more fun just to screw with them and play them like pawns in his shitty little games? I bet it just leaves his shit throbbing when he gets on that kinda power trip, right? Fuck him.”

“Please don’t leave,” Rowena pleaded. “Come on, Trev. You’re family.”

“Family?” Trev shook his head and laughed bitterly. “You guys have been nice, really. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but if this is how Roddy treats family? Then I want no fucking part of it.”

Rowena and Jimmy both gave him sympathetic looks, like two stupid puppy dogs.

“We can keep in touch, okay?” Trev sighed. “I’ll get your numbers before I go. And…” Shit, his phone was still inside a locker at the Cannery. “I will get a phone. To put those numbers in.”

“Do you even know where you’re going?” Rowena asked.

“Heading south and never looking back.”