Page 62 of Poison

Trevor shook his head groggily. He was leaning nearly all of his body weight on me at this point. "Let's go home."

"No way, baby, you'd never make it out of the car. Come on. Let's get you upstairs, and I'll take care of you."

The bouncer tossed Trevor's arm over his brawny shoulder, and we took the trip up to the second floor together. It was only a normal flight of stairs, but the way Trevor was weighing us down, it may as well have been the stairs to Heaven.

After a long struggle, we made it to the first room. Luckily, it hadn't been used. It wouldn't bother me to allow Trevor to sleep in other people's bodily fluids, but I sure as hell didn't want to sleep in some old creep's jizz. Then again, housekeeping was pretty good, so it was a fair bet all of the rooms were clean.

"I got this, sugar," I said to the bouncer after we dropped a snoring Hobbs onto the bed.

With a slight glance at his passed-out employer, he nodded and quickly left the room.

The moment the door was closed, I undressed Trevor and covered him with a blanket. As he snored, I waited impatiently for the time to tick by so I could get on with the last part of our plan.

Chapter 44

A gentle knock on the door spooked me, making me jump from the bed. I exhaled a deep breath to calm my racing heart. It had to be either Vic or housekeeping. Everyone else would have been long gone.

Biting my lower lip, I gave Trevor a gentle shake. He didn't respond. He only continued to snore loudly, with drool dripping downthe side ofhis face.When I was positive he wouldn't wake, I rushed to the door.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Vic questioned.

Slipping into the dark hallway, I sighed, "Not really, but I have to." I had no choice in the matter. It was either have a threesome with Cherry and Mr. Nasty Pits or remain stuck as Trevor's slave for only God knows how long.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I headed upstairs. Vic followed close behind, though I wasn't sure why. It wasa good thing he had the ruse that he was Cherry's boyfriend. Otherwise, he would have been forced to leave, even ifhedid work at the club. "Trevor is still breathing, right?" he asked when we finallymade it toCherry's apartment.

"Don't worry. Sadly, you didn't killhim," I chuckled grimly.That's my job.A sudden warmth flowed through my body. Not the fuzzy kind, like when people fall in love. The kind only raging anxiety could cause.

As I walked closer to Cherry's door, my hand began to shake violently. I couldn't catch my breath, and my heart felt like it was a jackhammer in my chest. There was no going back. If I succeeded in getting my records, I had to do the restof my part. I had to prove Trevor killed Alex. There was no exemption for murder. There was no debt to pay for killing another person. The sentence was always death. No amount of money would spare him. Could I really do this? Could I kill the man I had loved for a large majority of my life? Was my situation really that bad? It could have been worse. I could have been killed. What if nobody else picked up my debt? I would have been thrown from the wall myself. Or what if I ended up with someone much worse than Trevor? Someone who kept me in a filthy cage and used me for their own personal entertainment? At least Trevor made sure I got a taste of the good life.

Vic shook me out of my trance. "Isaac!"

I sucked in a breath, allowing my eyes to focus once more.

"You don't have to do this. We can find another way."

"I have to do this," I muttered. Cherry and Vic had risked so much to make this happen. They benefited nothing from this. They were risking their very freedom for me. I had to follow through.

With one more slow breath, I turned the doorknob to enter Cherry's apartment while Vic stayed outside. My situation bothered the hell out of him, but I was floored that he was perfectly fine with allowing me to use my body to do these things. He knew I was a sex worker the moment we met, so he must have figured it came with the territory.

Cherry had a disgusted look on her face as she asked, "You ready?"

"I guess I owe you big after this?"

"As long as Trevor ends up in shackles one way or the other, you don't owe me shit. If we fail… you owe me a huge bag of Nova."

I chuckled, following her into the bedroom. It was tiny. There was barely enough room for the bed, let alone three fully grown adults. Especially since one of them was much bigger than the average person. Cherry dimmed the lights, so a soft red glow covered the area.

Mitchell sat on a fuzzy red blanket, wearing… hell, I wasn't sure if he was wearing anything from my position at the door. His belly covered the spot where his junk should be.

I was still dressed in my working outfit, a pink halter top with a matching thong and long white boots, so there wasn't much to take off. "How do you want to begin, baby?" Oh my God, he still stank. I thought Cherry was going to force him to take a shower.

"Make out with her," he ordered.

I stared blankly at him for a moment before looking at Cherry. This was weird as hell. He wanted to be with me and a woman, yet he was going to watch us make out? As if breeder porn wasn't a thing.

Cherry looked just as confused as I was. Shrugging, she wrapped her thin arms around my waist and slid her tongue into my mouth.

"Take off her top."

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