Page 81 of Ready to Cash Out

Jules laughed as if something was very funny.

Rowena flipped him off and then eyed Trev. “Okay, fine! Later. After margaritas.”

“Isn’t it a little early?” Trev blinked.

“How about mimosas?” Rowena laughed. “I’m kidding. Mostly. I don’t drink much these days, but once upon a time! Oof.” She nibbled a piece of sausage. “So, Trev. Hmm. Are you all right? I get if you don’t wanna get all personal, but do you need anything?” She wrinkled her nose. “Other than clothes?”

“No. Thank you, but...”

“What?”

Trev hesitated to say anything as this particular request would be rather revealing, but he needed to try. “You guys got me out. What are the chances of getting Jupiter out?”

“Who?” Rowena wrinkled her nose.

Jules scoffed. “Prospero?”

“Yeah.” Trev put his fork down. “He tried to help me.”

“Oh, the guy who chained you to a wall?” Rowena asked.

“How does everyone know about that?” Trev held up his hands. “Never mind. Just… Ugh. Yes, he did do that, but he also tried to help me escape. He wants to get away from the Luchesi family too and?—”

“That’s a question for my brother.” She paused. “For our brother. I promise, he’s really not that scary?—”

“I am not scared,” Trev cut in firmly.

“Nope!” Junior laughed as he strolled in. “Not this one. This one here has fuckin’ balls of steel.”

Jules grunted. “Where’s Erasmus?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Junior scoffed. “I turn around and he’s gone. He’s like a fuckin’ ghost, okay? He’ll pop back up in a second and scare the fuck outta all us.”

“Are you boys crashing here?” Rowena asked sweetly. “We got plenty of room.”

“Yeah, definitely gonna take yous up on that, Miss Legrand. I’m sure fuckin’ tired. Thank you.” Junior tipped his head and then smirked at Trev. “Hey. Got all your shit upstairs, okay? You take care of yourself, kid. No hard feelin’s ’bout leavin’ your lil’ boy toy behind, all right?”

Trev smiled icily. “None at all.”

“Fuck, that’s creepy.” Jules laughed.

“What?” Trev cut his eyes to Jules.

“You look just like him when you make that fuckin’ face.” Jules laughed again.

Him.

Like Cold.

Trev didn’t know why that unsettled him.

Everyone here was comparing him to a man he hadn’t met, a man who supposedly killed their father. Perhaps Trev should have taken it as a compliment, but it made his blood boil. It only made the full scope of his mother’s lies even more obvious.

His father’s name, how he’d passed, everything.

If none of that was true, what else had she lied to him about?

And still the most important question of all—why?

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