Page 174 of Ready to Cash Out

“What the fuck are you going to do?” Trev demanded, his patience thin. “Juicy, come on?—”

Juicy grabbed Trev’s shoulder and squeezed with surprising strength. “Trev, you’re a good kid. You’ve always been kind to me. Even when I get—” He sighed. “—confused. But I need you to trust me now. That I know what to do, all right?”

Trev tensed.

“Please,” Juicy said quietly. “So we can get back to Jupiter, huh? Got a beach to go to, right?”

“Yeah.” Trev nodded. “Okay, but if you’re wrong and we fucking die, I am so kicking your ass in fucking hell, all right?”

“Deal.” Juicy patted Trev’s shoulder. “Go on. Now.”

Trev headed to the door. He took a deep breath before he pounded on the glass, screaming, “Hey! Hey! Someone come here! Help! Help us!”

There was no answer.

“Hey! Fuckers! Come on!” Trev screamed. “Juicy fell over! He said somethin’ about chest pain and just hit the fucking floor! I don’t think he’s fucking breathing! Come the fuck on, you dickless fucks!”

Juicy silently positioned himself next to the door. When it opened, he would be behind it and out of immediate sight.

A man grunted on the other side of the glass. “What the fuck?”

It wasn’t Emil, so probably one of the other big suited idiots.

“Hey! Hey! Please!” Trev smacked the glass frantically. “Please! We need some fucking help in here! Please! Hurry!”

“Yeah, yeah, hang on.” The man growled. “Just wait a damn minute.”

Trev saw the knob turning and he backed up quickly.

The door opened and the man came in. “Okay! Where the fuck is?—”

He didn’t even have enough time to finish his sentence.

Juicy was too fast.

With alarming speed, Juicy slammed the door shut with his foot and grabbed the man’s head from behind. He twisted it and there was a distinct crack, and the man fell to the floor in a heap.

“Holy shit,” Trev whispered. “You… You…”

“Come on.” Juicy grabbed the man’s arm. “Help me move him behind the desk. More will be coming.”

“What? Right. Holy shit.” Trev grabbed the man’s other arm and pulled him behind the desk. “His feet are still sticking out.”

Juicy huffed and crouched down, bending the man’s legs to keep his feet out of sight. He quickly stood back by the door again, saying quietly, “Come here. Get behind me and don’t move.”

“You seriously just snapped that guy’s neck.”

“Yes.”

“Like a fucking ninja or something!”

Juicy shushed him.

Footsteps approached, and Trev clicked his teeth together, his heart jumping up into the back of his throat. It was one thing to be told that his sweet old neighbor used to be a hitman, but it was quite another to see him in action as he effortlessly ended a man’s life.

Yes, the man worked for the Luchesi family and would have certainly murdered Trev or Juicy given the chance, but still.

Holy shit.

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