Page 26 of Ready to Cash Out

“Well, after your little escape, I figured I should make sure you couldn’t leave if you managed to get away from me again.” Jupiter chuckled. “Disconnected the battery.”

“Fucker.”

“What? You didn’t think I’d considered that you’d try and give me the slip again?”

“Nope. Definitely didn’t give you enough credit. How’d you know this was my car?”

“The same way I know where you live. I even know your shoe size.”

“Yeah?”

“Eleven and a half.”

“I usually wear a twelve.” Trev didn’t take his eyes off Jupiter, and he slid his car key into his pants pocket. He kept his hand by his side, subtly reaching over into the seat beside him to look for something he could use as a weapon.

“This has been a lot of fun, baby doll, but now it’s time to go.” Jupiter glanced back at his SUV. “Looks like we’ll be taking your car since you were sweet enough to slash one of my tires.”

“I should have slashed them all.” Trev smiled sweetly, and his hand closed around—shit, a bottle of glitter body spray.

“You really are quite something,” Jupiter said as he crouched beside the car. “I’ve seen guys twice your size crack under half the pressure.”

“It’s not the size that counts. It’s how you use it.” Trev batted his lashes.

“Easy for you to say when you got balls the size of Godzilla’s. I really wouldn’t mind?—”

“Eat shit and die, motherfucker!” Trev snarled as he squirted the body spray right in Jupiter’s face.

“The fuck?” Jupiter instantly recoiled, clutching his eyes.

“Bye, bitch!” Trev slid over the seat to escape through the passenger-side door, snatching the lockbox and running back toward the apartment building. He could probably lose Jupiter on the stairs and then?—

Jupiter tackled him to the ground.

“Fuck!” Trev wheezed as the air was knocked out of his lungs and the lockbox went flying. He couldn’t believe Jupiter had managed to catch up to him, and he groaned, trying to wiggle out from beneath him. “You… big… bitch!”

“All right. I’m done now.” Jupiter growled. “No more running. No more bullshit tricks. We’re leaving. Right fucking now.”

“You smell amazing,” Trev croaked. “Champagne Toast is totally your scent.”

“Get the fuck up. We’re going.” Jupiter dragged Trev up to his feet.

“I need my lockbox.” Trev tried to pull away, but Jupiter wouldn’t budge. “Hey!”

“What’s in it? A bomb? Nunchucks?”

“My fucking dildos.” Trev rolled his eyes. “None of your fucking business is what’s in it, but I need it. I’m not going anywhere without it.”

Jupiter kept his iron grip on Trev’s arm. “Give me your key.”

“You mean this key?” Trev pulled it out of his pocket.

“Yes, and don’t you dare?—”

Trev flung it out into the pitch-black street.

Jupiter glared.

Trev stood up as tall as he could and smiled.

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