Page 26 of Wrecked

Rebel stayed quiet, giving a slight smile.

Jimmy seemed pleased about the idea of a crush and Rebel worked that into his favor with some light flirting.

Jimmy had begun placing a hand on Rebel’s back or shoulder and running fingers through his dark curls. One time, the man had pulled him flush to his body and held him for a long time, but other than that, Jimmy hadn’t made any attempt to try and fuck him.

It wasn’t the same for Angel , Jimmy took great delight in going to her room nightly.

Rebel had gotten his first glimpse of the sixteen-year-old girl at dinner that first night. Angel had come shyly to the table, and Rebel immediately understood the look of hopelessness in Angel’s eyes.

He knew that look. He knew the desperation that slumped the girl’s shoulders. Her pale face was bare of makeup. Rebel understood every wince and grimace as she sat tentatively on the hard chair.

Angel was living his past nightmare. She was him—same scenario, different perpetrator.

And after Rebel had met her and talked to her and became friends with her…he was sure of one thing.

He was going to try and save her.

After dinner that evening, Jimmy Lincoln sat on the patio that overlooked the gardens below.

“Beautiful,” Mitch Fallen said from the chair next to him.

“Very,” Jimmy agreed. He couldn’t take his eyes from the pair of teenagers wandering through his garden arm in arm.

The girl was gorgeous and had been since the age of fourteen, but standing next to the young man, the pair was stunning.

They really were a matched set. Rebel with his slender build and curly dark hair and Angel with her waist-length black hair, both slender, both achingly beautiful.

Jimmy’s cock went hard.

He wanted them both, preferably at the same time, in his bed.

But with Rebel, he had to be careful.

The teenager wasn’t like Angel, who had no choice. With Rebel, it was different.

Jimmy had never had sex with a man before, but from the moment he’d met the slender teenager and had learned he was gay—having sex with Rebel was all he could think about.

The eighteen-year-old was an old soul and unlike anyone Jimmy had met before.

To become Rebel’s lover, he had to coax the man to fall in love with him.

“If you ever want to part with them, let me know,” Mitch said.

Jimmy tilted his head slightly, his gaze locked on Mitch.

Mitch Fallen was his equivalent in their line of work, they both answered to the same boss. Only, Mitch ran things down south, near the Mexican border towns, while he handled things up here and in the central area of California.

Mitch did things a bit differently and dealt in human trafficking with young children.

That wasn’t Jimmy’s thing. He was content with what he owned.

He ran his gaze over first Angel and then Rebel.

“I’m serious,” Mitch said.

“Don’t even think of it,” he warned Mitch and when the man suddenly gave a very hard swallow, Jimmy smiled.

No one ever got away with taking what was his and lived.

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