Page 56 of Wrecked

Rebel didn’t give a fuck.

He went for the closest man, who was holding a gun aimed at the sea of black attacking Crow.

“If you’re going to use a gun, then you better be ready to shoot, you motherfucker,” he said from between his clenched teeth. That was the only warning the fucker got before he crashed the porcelain cover against the man’s head. The guy fell back sideways, yelling, and scrambled away as Rebel kept on swinging

Rebel advanced toward the men attacking Crow. He swung and hit, first one and then another on the back of the head.

Until Rebel was caught from behind.

A sound of rage and anguish welled out of him when he lost sight of Crow.

The arms holding him were not letting go and Rebel freaked. He fought like a mad thing until someone stepped up and delivered a shot with a needle in his thigh.

“Calm down,” Jimmy whispered against his ear and grabbed a robe from the bed and wrapped it around him.

“I’ll go with you if you don’t kill him. If you kill him, I will kill you,” Rebel said, the words coming through his raw throat as Jimmy yanked the robe closed and tied the sash.

“Dennis,” Jimmy turned to his second in command. “Don’t kill him, but make it hurt.”

“You got it, Boss,” Dennis said, advancing into the fray.

“Nooooooo,” Rebel screamed and struggled, but he was growing foggy from the shot he’d been given.

Jimmy carried him to the door and away from the one man who had ever kept him safe.

He couldn’t even be sure that Jimmy would keep his promise.

His last thoughts were of Crow.

Was he dead?

If so, Rebel would kill them all.

Later around 1 AM…

Back at the Nevada ranch, Real frowned at his phone and then pulled up his laptop. Still no messages from Crow and that was concerning.

Genesis had a rule that every twenty-four hours, they made some type of contact. It was now two hours past check-in time.

“What’s up, boss?” Winter asked, stepping into his office along with Rip.

He had called both men there to go over something that was bothering him.

“I haven’t heard from Crow in twenty-six hours.”

“So, he broke protocol,” Rip said.

“Yes, and I need you two to go to Los Angeles and find him.”

“You got it, we going commercial?” Winter asked.

“No, the Black Hawk will take you.”

Winter and Rip left without another word and Real got up and walked to the window.

Crow had never missed a check-in and Real had a bad feeling.

Pulling out his cell phone, he called Dave.

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