Page 1 of Wrecked

“I’m telling you, he’s out there killing with no restraint,” Savage told the men sitting around the conference table.

The Erebus leader had arrived at the Nightfall Drifters Ranch earlier that morning. And Crow couldn’t fathom why the man had come all the way to Nevada because of one rebellious teenager.

Crow stared at Savage across the conference table. Early September midday sun shone through the window and sent shadows skittering across the man’s ruggedly handsome face.

Crow frowned. He very much doubted that Rebel was out there killing indiscriminately, as Savage would have them believe.

Crow’s boss, Real, scowled at Savage.

“What happened?” Real frowned at Savage. “Rebel was just here in July. He wanted to go back and live at Dave’s and work for Erebus.”

Savage grimaced. “I…benched him.”

“What does that mean?” Crow squinted at Savage.

“It means he wasn’t fucking ready.” Savage squeezed his fists. “We had some…words and he took off.”

“Did you try to find him?” Crow asked, but he doubted Savage had put in much effort. After all, the guy did have his hands full.

“Yes, but he’s gone dark,” Savage said, crossing his arms. “Rebel is…difficult and I don’t have time to babysit him.”

“You’d have to find him in order to babysit him,” Crow said sarcastically.

“Knock it off,” Real said and Crow clenched his teeth.

“Apparently, he doesn’t want to be found, but he needs to be monitored,” Savage said.

“And that’s Genesis’s problem, how?” Real growled and Crow could tell by the sound of his voice that he was two minutes away from throwing Savage out. Real wasn’t one to fuck with.

“You’ve taken hard cases before. Rebel has potential but lacks discipline. Plus, he knows you guys,” Savage said, not at all fazed by Real’s anger…or maybe Savage was just good at keeping his face devoid of all emotion.

“This is a training facility, not a fucking daycare,” Crow said and Real threw him another stern look.

He didn’t give a rat’s ass.

He had given up trying to convince Rebel of anything. The kid was a walking bad attitude with no redeeming qualities that Crow could see. There was no doubt he had rubbed Rebel the wrong way, but so what? Not everyone in life gets along, so Crow chalked their run-in up to that.

If Rebel turned out to be good at his chosen career, then so be it, but according to Savage, Rebel wasn’t showing any promise.

Crow remembered his run-in with Rebel at the ranch two months ago.

Wrath and Rebel had stood talking near one of the brown barns.

“You should give Dave’s place a try,” Wrath said.

“Maybe, but I’m not working for Erebus.” Rebel looked stubborn and Wrath smirked.

“What else are you going to do?”

“You guys sure are fucking nosy,” Rebel said and turned away from Wrath.

After a moment, Wrath grimaced and walked away.

“He’s only trying to help,” Crow said.

Rebel whirled around, caught sight of him, and glared. “What’s it your fucking business?”

“Like Wrath said, what the fuck else are you going to do?”

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