Page 166 of Ready to Cash Out

Someone, anyone—driving by, looking out their window, fucking anything.

Trev grunted as Emil shoved him into the back seat of the SUV. “Hey! Where’s Juicy?”

“The old man is coming too, don’t you worry.” Emil smirked as he slid in beside Trev.

Trev tried to bolt to the other door, but he ended up with a face full of Juicy as Juicy was wrestled in next to him. “Fuck! Watch it! He has a fucking head injury, you assholes!”

Juicy barked furiously, snarling and swinging his arms. “I will kill all of you! You’re all fucking dead! My dog will eat your fucking guts and shit them out, eat them, and shit you out again!”

Trev blinked. “Okay. That’s a thing you said.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean you, Trev.” Juicy smiled warmly. “You know how much Barkie loves you. I don’t think he’d eat you.”

Trev sighed haggardly. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

One of the suited men climbed in with Juicy, forcing Juicy and Trev to get sandwiched together in the middle. The other suited man got behind the wheel.

Trev tried to find some possible way to be comfortable, but it was not going to happen with how he was being crushed up against Juicy. “So, uh. Wherever we’re going, are we gonna be there soon? Because this fucking sucks?—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Emil smacked him in the back of his head with the butt of the gun.

“Ow! You fucking piece of shit!” Trev growled angrily and thrashed until another blow made him see stars. He held his head, panting through the pain as he snarled, “You’re so… dead. So fucking dead!”

“Quiet now.” Emil snorted. “Don’t worry. We’re not going far. Just far enough that the cops won’t hear you bitches screaming when we tear you apart.”

Trev wasn’t sure if Emil was exaggerating or not, but he didn’t dare ask for him to clarify.

Had to think.

He had to think.

He had to fucking think.

Okay, he had a knife inside his sleeve. That was something, right?

Shit, they were so fucked.

Trev refused to give in to despair, his thoughts flashing back to Cold’s head on the table. Cold might have been dumb enough to walk right into a trap, but not Trev.

Trev was smarter.

Braver.

Fucking better.

He had to be or he and Juicy weren’t going to make it the fuck out of here.

Trev turned his aching head to look out the window as they drove, quickly trying to map out any store names or street signs that would give him a clue as to where they were headed. Even though he didn’t know this area, he could try to memorize those details to aid in his eventual escape or to tell someone else…

Shit, yeah right.

Like anyone was going to come rescue them.

And besides, how would Trev contact them? He didn’t have a phone and it wasn’t like he knew any of their fucking phone numbers.

He shifted his arm down so the knife was closer to his cuff.

One quick little shake and he’d have the knife in his hand.

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