Page 92 of Ready to Cash Out

“More gangsters?” Trev assumed. “Do you guys get discounts for buying suits in bulk?”

“Ha!” The gorgeous man laughed. “Funny.”

“Trev, this is Roger Lorre—” Rowena gestured to the gorgeous man. “—and his husband, Mickey Tamerlane.” She waved to Uncle Fester. “More esteemed members of the Gentlemen.”

“The who now?” Trev must have missed that.

“The Gentlemen,” Rowena repeated. “It’s what our lil’ family is called.”

“I’m sure you’ll meet everyone eventually,” Jimmy said cheerfully. “Everyone is really nice?—”

Cold cleared his throat.

“What?” Jimmy fussed. “They are! Most of the time!” He wagged his finger at Cold. “And hey! You still haven’t answered the question.”

“I didn’t realize you’d asked one.” Cold reached out, cupping the back of Jimmy’s neck and urging him out of the room with him. “Come along, Mr. Poe. We can talk about it while we do our sex thing.”

“That is not… going to work!” Jimmy argued, though his breathless tone said otherwise.

Cold wrapped his arm around Jimmy’s shoulders as he led him down the hall. He paused to look back, commanding, “Lorre, Tamerlane. You know what to do. Charlie? Thank you for your assistance.”

“Yes, boss.” Mickey bowed his head respectfully.

Roger gave a little salute. “You got it.”

Trev threw his hands up. “Uh, hello? Bro?” He scowled. “This is me. Leaving. Bye bye.”

“Dinner will be at six o’clock,” Cold called back, already halfway down the hallway now and headed presumably to his bedroom with Jimmy.

“Too bad I won’t be here!” Trev shot back.

“Yeah, you will be.” Roger leaned against the doorway.

Rowena’s icy glare focused on Roger and Mickey. “Oh? Is that so? What did Roddy tell you idiots to do, huh? What’s going on?”

Mickey said nothing, arching his smooth brow.

“Charlie?” Rowena snapped. “What about you?”

Charlie flinched and his eyes widened. “You already know what I’m doing! I’m trying to find what case Trev’s mother?—”

“Ugh! Fine!” Rowena whirled on Mickey and Roger again. “You two! Spill!”

“You know we can’t tell you that.” Roger grinned.

“Let me guess.” Trev was tired of standing and listening to all of this nonsense, so he headed over to the bed to flop down. “If I try to leave, you two will encourage me to stay? Because Cold isn’t keeping me prisoner here so much as he’s extending my visit without my consent?”

“Only one way to find out,” Roger taunted sweetly. “Don’t worry. We’ll be gentle.”

Trev scowled and tried to get his thoughts in order.

So, he was still a prisoner after all.

Great.

At least he wasn’t chained to a wall.

Trev didn’t like that Cold was clearly withholding information from him, especially about his mother. If he wanted to find out more, maybe opting to stay wouldn’t be such a bad idea. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go right now, and Cold clearly had the reach to track Jupiter. It might be his best bet to find out where he was going and maybe see him again.

---