Page 12 of Wrecked

Out cold.

“Fucking hell,” Crow made his way to the bathroom and shoved tissue up his nose before he made his way back and lifted Rebel to the bed. This time, he was able to get the zip-tie to the bed and Rebel’s wrist locked tight.

He stalked into the bathroom, stripped, and stepped beneath the hot water.

The little fucker had gotten the drop on him.

That had rarely ever happened before.

Something about Rebel had him dropping his guard.

Crow decided then and there that he would be more diligent from now on.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Just as Rebel came to, he heard the shower shut off.

His fucking head hurt like a bear.

Why had Crow taken him from his mom’s house and why had he tied him up? For fuck’s sake, what was the assassin doing?

One thing was for sure, he was tired of the asshole knocking him out with a chokehold and the next thing on his list was to brush up on escaping said chokehold.

Not to mention, Crow was fucking fast. Faster than he’d ever seen and he’d seen a lot of killers in his eighteen years. Back at the ranch, Rebel had snuck through the fence and ended up watching the military assassins train. They were fucking lethal, but it was Crow that he focused on the most.

Rebel knew enough about the guy to know that Crow was a perfect killing machine. The man worked for an organization that called themselves Genesis, but even beyond that, there were signs of what Crow was. It showed in the way Crow moved and spoke, and Rebel was pretty damned sure the guy thought like a killer too.

When he went to sit up, he found his wrist zip-tied to the fucking headboard. He yanked and pulled, but no matter how much he tried to get loose, he was stuck. He slapped at his person, searching for the knife, but of course, the jerk in the bathroom had taken his weapon, his keys, and his wallet.

Not that the keys fit anything important.

Just his mother’s house…

Then it all came back.

Dory Miller wasn’t his mother.

Rebel sucked in one breath and then another, breathing fast and hard. He felt like he was hyperventilating. Hot rage and then cold shock coursed through him.

He had let men rape him.

He had let people use him over and over just to keep her safe.

And in the end, it had been her who had started his life into hell.

It had been her all along. Who had he been with at that liquor store? Had they run frantically searching for him after she’d taken him away? Had his mother and father cried?

Were they still searching for him?

He had to get out of there. He had to find his real family.

Right?

He pulled desperately on the zip-ties until they cut through his skin and blood dripped down his arm.

“Stop it,” Crow growled, coming out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of blue jeans. The man’s muscles were glistening wet.

Rebel gaped, his eyes involuntarily moving over that impressive chest.

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