Page 47 of Wrecked

As soon as they were inside the SUV, Crow made a phone call.

“Did you get them?” Real asked, answering on the first ring.

“I got them both. I need to have the girl taken somewhere safe.”

Angel kept tossing him frantic glances as if she feared being pawned off on another sadistic asshole, but Rebel took the girl’s hand.

“Hey, he’s one of the good guys,” Rebel told her, keeping her close to his side. “He saves people for a living.”

That wasn’t technically true, but if it got the girl to calm down, Crow would go along with the white lie. He started the car and pulled out onto the road.

“I’ll call Dave. You get somewhere safe,” Real said, drawing his attention back to the phone.

“Will do.” Crow ended the call and kept driving.

“Why can’t I stay with you guys?” Angel hugged herself.

“Because we are…” Rebel paused searching for the right word.

“On a job,” Crow interrupted.

“I know you were a gun for hire for Jimmy. I wasn’t deaf,” Angel told Rebel, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, but you’re not legal so we can’t keep you,” Rebel said.

Crow was surprised at how grown the young man sounded.

“If we don’t get you somewhere legit that’s safe, it could bring trouble to us,” Crow added, hoping like hell the girl got it.

They were killers. Living a normal life wasn’t in the cards for them.

Me, Crow thought. Not in the cards for me. It could be for Rebel, though. He was young enough to escape this life and live a somewhat normal existence.

“Have you ever thought of quitting?” Angel asked, as if reading his mind.

“No,” Rebel said flatly and Angel wrinkled her nose before glancing up at Crow.

“What about you?”

Crow shook his head at her question The less she knew about him the better.

Approaching the motel on one of the city’s side streets, Crow pulled in and parked. They all got out and he directed both teenagers toward a room door.

“Wait…you already have a room here?” Rebel asked.

“I’m not an amateur,” Crow said with a short huff and opened the room door.

Several hours ago, Crow had managed to snag the room with two queen beds.

It would serve their purpose until they figured out what to do about Angel.

Two hours later, Angel and Rebel were both sleeping.

Stepping quietly outside, he shut the door and stood leaning on the stucco of the faded sand-colored building. The neon sign flashed over the office, sending multi-colored lights over the parking lot.

In a few hours, it would be daylight and he planned on staying put until Dave or Real sent someone to collect Angel.

And possibly Rebel.

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