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Trev had a very smug and snarky response all lined up, but there was an abrupt knock on the door.

Jupiter ignored it, still staring down Trev.

The door opened a few inches, its progress halted by Jupiter’s shoulder. Jupiter did not budge, though he did now turn his angry glare to identify whoever had bonked him with the door. “What?”

“It’s Howell,” Howell said cheerfully.

Trev grunted as Jupiter snatched the key and pushed him back, now standing in between Trev and the door as if to shield him.

Or to prevent him from making a run for it.

“What do you want?” Jupiter said briskly.

“Nothin’ from yous, bastard.” Howell scoffed, forcing the door open wide enough to slip his thin frame through. “I got somethin’ for your lil’ guest here.”

“Me?” Trev blinked, peeking around Jupiter.

Jupiter gritted his teeth. “You need to leave. We were just?—”

“Keep ya’ shirt on, ya’ beefed out twat.” Howell thrust a large paper bag at Trev. “Here.”

Jupiter snatched the bag before Trev could accept it. He opened it to dig around its contents and scowled. “The fuck is this?”

“We call that stuff clothing,” Howell said. “Just s’happened to notice your lil’ guest won’t dressed real nice and I thought?—”

“Thank you. Goodbye now.” Jupiter used his larger size to push Howell back through the door.

Trev wrinkled his nose.

He’d literally just met Howell this morning.

It wouldn’t be the first time an admirer had become smitten with him, which is what Trev assumed was happening, but it was definitely the first time it had happened while he was being held prisoner.

The key.

Trev flinched, hoping his expression didn’t register his surprise.

What if Howell had been the one to leave him the key?

Certainly would make sense with the way he was clearly fawning all over Trev, but why risk angering the entire Luchesi family? Did Howell really want to fuck him that badly?

It was weirdly flattering in a way, but still.

Jupiter was too busy trying to cram the last of Howell’s body outside into the hall to hopefully have noticed Trev having an epiphany. “Thank you so much.”

“Seriously! Ya’ need any helps at all!” Howell grunted. “Needs me to watch him for a bit, needs me to do anythin’ at all?—”

“Got it.” Jupiter slammed the door shut and then locked it. He growled low in frustration, whirling around on Trev. “You. Speak. Now.”

“How about a please?” Trev scoffed.

“Baby doll, now. Please.” Jupiter waved the key. “Where did you get this?”

“I found it, okay?” Trev cocked his hip and crossed his arms. “It was in the bathroom at that fucking dump.”

“When?”

“This morning.” Trev shrugged. “The last time I went. Which means someone had to have put it there after you and your little buddies went to breakfast.” He smirked. “Now do you believe me?”

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