Page 22 of Wrecked

“Not yet, you haven’t,” Crow said with a growl.

“You fuck. Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Rebel moved closer and shoved Crow with both hands in the chest. The guy took a few steps backward.

“Rebel…”

“You don’t get to say my name.”

Shoving Crow again, this time, Rebel did it harder and the guy again took steps back.

Crow didn’t step back from the push, but rather from the hurt in Rebel’s eyes.

Shit. Fuck. Damn it!

When Rebel turned and sprinted down the tunnel, Crow lunged after the slighter man.

He missed.

And before he could process Rebel’s next move, the kid was slipping into a very small opening.

“Fuck!”

Crow ducked down to get a look. The access tunnel was way too fucking small to fit.

All he caught was the site of Rebel’s tight ass as the teenager crawled through the tiny space.

Shoving up, Crow ran down the tunnel he was in and up and over, hoping to catch Rebel on the other side.

He scaled the fence and dropped down and ran to where the opening should have been.

And it was there, but when he ducked down to check, it was empty.

Somewhere inside of that access tunnel had been another route.

Once again, he’d lost Rebel.

This time, it left a hollowness behind.

Two weeks later…

Crow sat sipping hot coffee from a paper cup inside the SUV he’d borrowed from Dave.

He sat in a modest neighborhood on a darkened street watching cars and people come and go into the drug house down the block.

He sighed and took another swallow from the cup.

The past fourteen days had been a fucking bitch, to say the least, but after two weeks of further searching for Rebel and doing a lot of soul searching himself, Crow had a different mindset.

Who the fuck were they to tell Rebel how to live his life?

Rebel had been right—according to law, the young manwasan adult.

Sometimes people had to learn from their own mistakes and as far as Crow could see, Rebel’s mistakes weren’t that detrimental.

He hadn’t killed any innocent people.

Savage had made it seem like Rebel had been out here killing with no remorse.

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