31 with Trikey!
Trevor’s focus had narrowed so far that he couldn’t remember why they were there.
Didn’t matter.
All that mattered was Michael, bruised, bloody and beaten–almost as much as Trevor was–Michael had a gun to his head. Gun held by some gangster who didn’t matter. Gangster had Mikey on his knees. Gangster was talking.
Trevor struggled to focus as blood oozed down his face.
“–told you fuckers you were gonna pay. Get outta here. Tell ‘em what happened. Michael here’s gonna stay and…. chat.”
Trevor’s stomach lurched and he struggled to stand. Hoarsely, he growled; “Let him go, take me instead.”
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