Page 21 of Wrecked

It was there that Crow finally caught the guy. With a hand to the back of Rebel’s pants, he yanked the slighter man to a stop.

Rebel was gasping for breath and stood heaving. Winded himself, Crow kept his grip on the man’s pants and his other hand planted on his thigh to catch his breath.

“You’re fast, I’ll give you that, but you lack endurance.” Crow huffed out a breath.

“Bite me,” Rebel snapped and swung around on him.

Crow dodged the fists and planted Rebel face-first against the wall of the tunnel and held him there with his bigger body. That was definitely a mistake because from the chase to the capture, his cock had taken notice.

Shoving away from Rebel, Crow kept a scowl on his face.

“Put your shirt back on.” He yanked the shirt from his back pocket and tossed it at Rebel, who pulled it over his head.

“I’m not going back with you,” the teenager’s voice trembled.

“You want to stay out here and starve?”

“I’m an adult. This is kidnapping.”

“You’re a loose cannon is what you are and if Savage didn’t want you brought in, you’d be dead,” Crow said flatly.

Rebel’s pupils blew wide and Crow wanted to call back the words. Damn it, the last thing he wanted was to scare the kid, but if Rebel couldn’t be brought in, then the higher-ups would more than likely order him to be put down.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Tears thickened the man’s words, but none fell and for that Crow was fucking thankful.

He didn’t know what he’d do in the face of Rebel’s tears. And he wondered why this had suddenly become more than a fucking job. But over the past two weeks as he searched for Rebel, he’d done some soul searching.

Crow hadn’t quite figured out what it all meant, but he knew he couldn’t quit Rebel.

At least, not yet.

Rebel was tired, but he was far from calling it quits.

Coming to the flood control hadn’t been by accident. There was a small access tunnel that he would be able to crawl through that he knew for a fact the bigger assassin wouldn’t fit.

From there, he could disappear. He just had to bide his time.

Because really, what was the alternative?

Life on a fucking leash?

Would that be so bad if the sexy assassin was holding the rope? Rebel had felt the man’s reaction to their pressed bodies and it set up all kinds of wants and needs that he shouldn’t fucking have.

No way in hell was he getting involved with anyone, much less this guy.

Besides, romance was for old people. Sure, Crow was old. Well, not that old, but older than him by many years.

But fuck was he sexy. The way he’d chased and caught him set Rebel’s pulse hammering. He darted quick glances at Crow, memorizing the man’s face, blond hair, and exposed tattoos.

Mouth-watering for sure, but they were not destined to be together. Not now, not later, not at some training facility.

This was his life, damn it. He was an adult and therefore, according to law, he could make his own decisions.

“What are you guys afraid of?” he spat, suddenly pissed. “That I’m going to be out here killing innocent people?”

“I…” Crow seemed at a loss for words.

“I haven’t ever killed anyone innocent.”

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