Page 152 of Ready to Cash Out

“No.” Trev grunted. “What time is it?”

“After seven. I think.”

“Fucking gross.” Trev kicked and rolled over, grumbling even as Jupiter followed to wrap his arms around him.

This was nice.

Jupiter nuzzled Trev’s shoulder and settled back down with a yawn.

“Does that mean we’re going back to sleep?” Trev asked.

“That’s sure as hell what I’m trying to do.” Jupiter snorted.

“Ugh.” Trev tried again to get his body to relax enough for sleep to take him again, but his mind was wide awake now and already counting down the hours to the fateful lunch meeting today.

If it was after seven, that meant there was less than four hours to go.

Three hours and what? Fifty minutes? Forty? Less? More?

Trev growled as he sat up.

“Does this mean we’re getting up?” Jupiter grumbled.

“Sorry. I can’t get my fucking brain to shut up.” Trev glanced at the clock on the bedside table.

It was seven sixteen.

Three hours and forty-four minutes.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Trev slid out of bed.

Jupiter rubbed at his eyes. “Want some company?”

“I don’t care. Whatever.” Trev stumbled into the bathroom to remove his collar. He got the shower going as hot as it would go and then stepped in, wishing the water could scald the inside of his head and rinse away his nagging thoughts.

Three hours and forty-one minutes until the meeting.

Or was it forty now?

Thirty-nine?

Shit.

The minutes didn’t matter. It wasn’t going to be enough time to figure out what to do. The only option left to him was to follow Cold’s lead and trust that he would honor his promise to let Trev and his friends go. He hated allowing anyone to have so much power over him, but Trev didn’t have a choice.

He had to do this…

Or he’d lose what precious little bit of a family he’d managed to cobble together.

Jupiter, Juicy—and yes, Rowena and Jimmy too. They were all counting on Trev to see this through and do whatever the fuck he was supposed to do to get through this meeting. Trev still didn’t understand the purpose of walking right into a fucking trap.

Was Cold trying to outsmart the Luchesi family and lure them into a trap of his own?

How was that supposed to work?

It wasn’t like Emil and Sal were going to be hanging around waiting to see it go down.

Right?

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