Page 78 of Ready to Cash Out

Maybe by then, Trev would have thought of what to do next.

Using the duffel as a pillow, Trev tried to relax, but it was hard to rest when his head was pounding and his mind wouldn’t let him stop thinking about Jupiter.

Stupid, annoying Jupiter.

Who had an amazing smile, a pretty good sense of humor, a great dick, and who they’d left to possibly take the heat from the mafia family he so wanted to escape.

Shit.

Trev hadn’t taken the collar off yet, but he couldn’t really say why. He should have pulled it off and hurled it out the window the first chance he had. Jupiter was not innocent in any of this, not even close, and yet Trev still wanted to keep it on.

Jupiter had wanted to help him escape.

They were going to run away together.

They…

No, that was stupid.

“Wakey, wakey,” Junior sang out. “Eggs and bac-ey!”

Trev realized the truck had stopped moving. He sat up, staring out the windows in shock.

They were at a mansion.

An honest to God mansion that made the Luchesi estate look like a dumpster.

There were more men in suits—of course—but these guys even had dogs.

The first blush of the sun was lightening the sky, though Trev didn’t have long to admire it before Junior and Erasmus were herding him out of the truck. He scowled as Junior grabbed the lockbox and Erasmus the duffel bag, and then they each grabbed one of Trev’s arms to urge him to the door.

“Come on!” Junior grumbled. “I’m fuckin’ tired and my goddamn dome hurts ’cause some lil’ asshole hit me with a fuckin’ box. And oh yeah, next fuckin’ time, we’re usin’ my phone for fuckin’ directions. Yours fuckin’ sucks moldy ol’ fuckin’ donkey balls, Razz.”

Erasmus grunted.

“Don’t yous grunt at me, you moody bitch!” Junior waited for one of the suited men to open the door so they could head inside. “And I fuckin’ swear, yous is never having them gas station burritos again. Fuckin’ biological warfare?—”

“Good mornin’,” a deep voice said in greeting.

Trev barely had a moment to admire the polished foyer before he looked up.

And up.

And up.

To see a man even larger and more bulging than Jupiter.

He was wearing a ratty T-shirt that said “Bucky’s All-U-Can Wings” and gray sweatpants that he filled out very nicely, and he looked like he’d just woken up. His dark eyes met Trev’s and his expression froze. He appeared startled as if he’d seen a ghost. “Fuck.”

“Right?” Junior cackled. “Didn’t believe it myself until I saw ’im.”

Trev wrenched his arms free and stood as tall as he could, glaring up at the giant man. “Wow. Expedition Bigfoot know you’re out here?”

The man laughed. “You’re funny.”

“Yes, ha ha.” Trev rolled his eyes. “Being kidnapped really lets my sense of humor shine.”

“Is he here?” A woman’s voice called out. “Jules?”

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