Page 38 of Wrecked

The guy was tall, but not so big. The thing that concerned Crow was he could tell the guy was packing. The man seemed to have connections to the staff or owner.

“What’s up, Mitch?”

Rebel zipped up and shot the question to the guy.

Crow paused, but his hand went into the pocket of his slacks and closed around the knife handle.

“Jimmy wants you upstairs after you ditch the pretty man,” Mitch said.

Crow took stock of the room. No cameras in here. The two men at the urinals washed their hands and split out of the room. Crow planted himself inside of the door, blocking it from opening and letting anyone inside.

“Screw you. I work for Jimmy, but he doesn’t dictate who I can hang with. Besides, this guy is a potential employee,” Rebel said.

“Him?” Mitch shot him a scathing look.

“Rebel, come here,” Crow said.

The slender assassin started toward him and almost didn’t make it, but the stall door opened and a man walked out.

Mitch pulled the gun he was packing with a silencer already twisted on the end.

“The fuck!” Stall guy pulled his own gun and before Mitch could fire, Crow knocked the guy up and out of the way. The bullet meant for the stall guy went high and wide.

Crow pulled his blade and let it fly.

The blade sank into Mitch’s throat.

“Shit!” Stall man leaped back and ducked out of the line of fire.

“Keep the door closed,” Crow told Rebel.

Crow picked up Mitch’s gun and dragged the guy to an empty stall, then pulled his knife free before he wiped it and closed the stall door.

The door behind Rebel banged, but Rebel held it from being pushed open.

The man from the stall aimed the gun at Crow.

“Step the fuck back,” the guy said.

“I just want to get me and my date out of here,” Crow said, easing back.

He could kill this man before him, but he really didn’t want to.

“Why’d you kill him?” the guy asked.

“He was going to kill me.”

Crow could see the information ticking away in the man’s head.

“You saved my life,” the guy said.

“I did.”

“My name is Jose Garcia.”

“I’m Crow and that’s Rebel.”

The guy held out his hand and Crow shook it, noticing a gang tattoo on the man’s arm.

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