Page 66 of Ready to Cash Out

“Kick in the balls, please.” Trev turned to grab another glass of champagne from a passing waiter. When Jupiter tried to take it, Trev twisted out of the way. He couldn’t go far because of the leash, but it was enough for him to tip the glass back.

Jupiter scowled. “What are you doing?”

“What? Me? Nothing.” Trev smiled sweetly, leaning in close. “Look at everyone.”

Jupiter tensed. “What?”

“Look how glassy their eyes are. Have you noticed how much champagne has been flowing?” Trev smirked. “Trust me that I have a lot of experience with what a bunch of old drunk men look like. Everyone here is well on their way to being completely and totally smashed.”

“So, what you’re saying is…”

“We don’t have to actually create a distraction. I don’t think they’ll even notice that we’re gone.”

“Are you sure you want to test that?” Jupiter raised his brows.

“Right. So, kick in the balls then?”

“What?”

“Well, I’m supposed to be drunk too, right?” Trev lifted his glass. “You’re worried about us not following the plan, so I should still pretend to get wasted and make a scene. I think kicking you in the balls would make a very big scene. Don’t you?”

Jupiter tugged on the leash.

“Oh!” Trev gasped. “Now I’m definitely doing it.” He smiled and grabbed Jupiter’s shoulders.

Jupiter grimaced. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes. You did chain me to a wall.”

“Which I am very sorry for.”

Trev grinned.

“Have I told you how very handsome you are in that suit?”

“In this ugly suit?”

Jupiter continued to cringe. “Please be gentle.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I’ll be gentle.” Trev shrugged. “Ish.”

“Just do it.”

Trev swung his knee into Jupiter’s crotch, and yes, perhaps he did it a little harder than he really needed to, but it was so very satisfying to see Jupiter double over. “Fuck you!” he yelled, trying to sound slurred. “You’re a fuckin’ asshole! And your hair is stupid! And, and your face is fucking stupid too!”

Several of the guests gasped and stared, and two men came up as if to intervene.

“I’ve got him!” Jupiter threw up his hand to stop their advance. He gritted his teeth as he stood up straight, and then he yanked on the leash. “Come on! I think that’s enough for you.”

Trev scowled and tried to pull back. He couldn’t go far because of the leash, and he shoved Jupiter’s chest. “Fuck you! I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“All right. Come here.” Jupiter grabbed Trev around his waist.

“Nope, nope! Fuck you!” Trev squirmed frantically. “Somebody help! Help me! Get this fucking nutjob off me!”

The crowd laughed, and some even cheered when Jupiter swung Trev over his shoulder. They clapped as Jupiter carried him out into the hallway, and Trev wanted to scream. He knew that he and Jupiter were only pretending to fight as part of their ruse to escape, but wow.

These gangsters were all a bunch of assholes.

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