Page 35 of Wrecked

“Is that freaking steak?” Rebel bounced up from the bed and hurried over.

“Yeah. I figured we might not have enough time for a meal tonight.”

“Thank you,” Rebel said sincerely, grabbing a plate and sitting at the small table.

“So, tell me about Angel.”

And there over steaks and fries, Rebel told Crow a story of a young girl sold by her father to Jimmy Lincoln.

“We will get her out,” Crow promised.

“I have a plan for that,” Rebel said with a grin.

They spent an hour going over the plan of what to do after going to the nightclub. They came up with two options of what could happen depending on how things went at the club. Crow was down for either one.

The rest of the time they spent talking and watching a movie. Crow found out that Rebel liked action movies, while he preferred suspense.

“Hmm, name a good suspense movie,” Rebel said.

The Bone Collector,” Crow said.

“Oh, that’s a good one.”

“Your turn. Name your favorite action movie?”

“Well, my favorite would be The Accountant or any of the Equalizer movies.”

They agreed that Denzel Washington was a must-watch and a person couldn’t really miss watching a Jason Statham movie.

Crow wasn’t sure where their kisses were headed, but he vowed not to make a big deal of it.

Especially since Rebel seemed to take it all in stride.

That night around nine o’clock, Crow left the hotel with Rebel and headed across town in an Uber.

“Did you bring your ID?”

“Right here.” Rebel patted his front pocket.

The younger man looked smoking hot in a PHIX brand shirt in black velvet sequin pinstripe and slim-fitting leather trousers. Crow also purchased Rebel a pair of Givenchy lock boots in black leather. Rebel had balked at the fourteen-hundred-dollar boot price tag, but he told the man it would be worth it.

And it so fucking was.

Rebel was a vision.

“Are we drinking tonight?” Rebel asked and Crow dragged his gaze away with effort.

“We need to have a clear head,” Crow said.

“True,” Rebel said, edging closer, his thigh and shoulder pressing against him.

Crow felt branded by the touch, but no way in hell was he moving away.

The club was noisier and busier than Crow had anticipated and the crush of people on a Friday night made him pause at the door.

“Don’t worry! It’ll be cool!” Rebel said, shooting him a happy, wide smile.

Linking their fingers together, they waited in line.

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