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“Come with me.” Cold’s tone was firm and did not leave any room for argument. He was clearly a man who did not take kindly to being disobeyed.

So, naturally, Trev had to defy him.

“Right now?” Trev pretended to check a watch he didn’t have. “I’m super busy at the moment. Not sure when?—”

“Mr. Usher.” Cold did not appear amused.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

“I’d like to discuss the terms of your release.”

Trev snorted. “Am I in prison or something? Thought we were all one big happy family?”

Cold stared expectantly.

He was impossible to read.

That certainly made it harder to manipulate him or figure out what was going through his head, but Trev could still work with this. If nothing else, he knew he was really good at being annoying.

“So, that’s a no to the picnic?” Trev asked. “Because I thought it would be really fun for all of us to go play in the yard with the big scary guard dogs. Maybe we’ll do a cookout. Grill some burgers. You like burgers, right?”

Still nothing.

“Come on. Everybody likes burgers. Big juicy ones with cheese, lettuce, tomato, onions?—”

Cold’s upper lip twitched.

Huh.

So, he didn’t like onions.

“Fine. No onions.” Trev smiled. “I’ll remember that. Any other dietary preferences?”

Cold turned and walked away.

“Hey!” Trev scowled.

Cold kept walking.

Trev took a step as if to follow him, but he hesitated.

Was this a trick?

Had he actually pissed off Boss Cold so much that he was walking away from him?

What did Cold even want to talk to him about?

What the fuck?

“Hey! Hello!” Trev stalked after Cold with a scowl. “I was talking to you!”

“Were you?” Cold sounded bored. “I thought you were more interested in fucking with me.”

“Don’t walk away from me.”

Cold seemed intent on doing just that, and he strolled downstairs without a care in the world.

“Uh, excuse you!” Trev followed him, fuming. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”