Page 167 of Ready to Cash Out

New plan.

He was going to stab the fuck out of the driver and then Emil.

Especially Emil, that fucker.

Once the vehicle had stopped, he and Juicy would get out and run. They were still in the city limits, and certainly these fuckers wouldn’t try to chase them down and shoot them in broad daylight. Maybe. Possibly.

Trev cringed as the SUV pulled into what looked to be an old garage.

Okay, okay, he had to make his move.

Fuck.

Fuck, shit.

He couldn’t get the knife to slide past his cuff.

It was too tight and the knife wouldn’t naturally slip by.

If he tried to pull it out, it would be obvious he was trying to do something.

Fuck!

The SUV stopped and the man in the passenger seat got out to close the garage door behind them.

“Let’s go.” Emil grunted as he got out, his gun still pointed at Trev.

Trev glared fearlessly. “Go on, bitch. Think I’m going to make this easy for you? Fuck you!”

Emil nodded his head toward one of the other men.

They opened the other door to the back seat, going for Juicy.

“Hey, hey!” Trev screamed. “Let him go!”

“Get your bitch ass out,” Emil warned, “or I’ll make sure he dies real fuckin’ slow.”

“Ow!” the suited man who had a hold of Juicy cried out.

“What?” Emil demanded.

“Crazy old bat fucking bit me!”

Juicy barked and howled triumphantly. “Get ’em, Barkie! Get ’em!”

Emil grabbed Trev’s arm to drag him out, jamming the gun against his head to serve as extra motivation to move quickly. He forced Trev forward into what may have been an old office, empty now except for a desk and some stray papers. It happened so quickly that Trev barely saw anything of the interior of the garage except for at least one door that might have led outside but it was boarded up.

Trev grunted as Emil shoved him into the desk, wheezing as he struggled to catch himself.

Juicy continued to bark furiously, even after the suited man threw him on the floor. “He hasn’t had his shots! I hope you get fucking rabies!”

Emil smiled sweetly. “Just you wait. As soon as Sal gets here, it’s over for you fucks.”

The door slammed shut and locked.

Trev kneeled to help Juicy to his feet, averting his gaze from where the hospital gown had flipped up. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy keen, jelly bean,” Juicy replied. “I do have the most dreadful headache though.”

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