Page 18 of Wrecked

“Why?”

“I don’t need a reason, I just don’t.”

“You can get more training,” Crow said.

Rebel glared at him. “I don’t need no fucking training.”

“If that were true, I wouldn’t have been able to get you here and tie you up,” Crow drawled the words out.

Man, oh man Rebel didn’t trust a fucking soul and Crow aimed to fix that, but first he had to get Rebel back to the ranch where he couldn’t take off. And if he did take off, there was a massive desert around the place, which would mean Rebel couldn’t get far.

Crow had been in the Nevada desert many times and it wasn’t pleasant if a person were unprepared.

“You were in the military, weren’t you?”

Crow nodded, hiding his satisfaction. If Rebel was asking questions about him, then that meant they were on the right track.

“I was Army Special Forces.”

“Just how old are you?”

Crow snorted. “Not that old.”

“How old?”

“Thirty.”

“That’s hella old, dude.”

Crow squinted at the cocky little fucker and Rebel laughed. It was a giggle, husky and choppy, but it had been a laugh.

The sound was so unexpected that Crow could only stare and then found his words.

“Laugh all you want, but if you come back to the ranch with me, we can train you, make you an expert in the field.”

“What do you want?” Rebel scoffed, tossing the empty plate to the floor.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing comes for free.”

“That’s not true,” Crow said, getting up with the clippers. He crossed the small distance and clipped Rebel’s wrist free before continuing. “Sometimes people do things because it’s the right thing to do.”

“But most of the time they do bad things,” Rebel said calmly and that was the only warning Crow got before he found himself pushed flat on the bed with Rebel hovering over him.

“You sure you don’t want me?”

The husky words were so out of place that Crow could only blink. Rebel licked his lips and Crow realized they were lush. The man’s body was slender for sure, but it was also ripped, like he took care of himself. The curly dark hair fell over his forehead into his deep brown eyes.

Crow’s cock tightened painfully in his jeans and that was the reason he didn’t see Rebel’s next move coming.

Quick as a snake, Rebel snatched the radio from the end table and smashed it into his face. Crow knocked the kid’s arms away. With both hands, Rebel lifted the radio again and Crow patted around for the syringe.

The syringe came out, but the knee that Rebel had been aiming at his crotch, for a while now, found its mark.

The slam was hard, sending pain through his junk and bile coated Crow’s tongue.

Rebel saw the needle in his hand just as Crow doubled over. Rebel snatched at the syringe and Crow swung, hitting the kid in the cheek. Hoping to knock him out so that he could get his fucking bearings.

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