Page 60 of Wrecked

“How long?” Wrath asked.

“Savage will have someone here in fifteen minutes.” Stone waggled his phone at Rogue and turned his eyes to Wrath. “Now you need to decide if we’re taking him to the hospital.”

“Concussion—” Wrath began after he bandaged Crow’s arm.

“Fuck that,” Crow said with a low groan.

They all turned toward Crow, who lay looking at them. Wrath pressed a hand to Crow’s forehead, checking for a fever, and found none.

“Do you hurt anywhere else?” Stone asked, moving closer to the bed.

“My fucking head is killing me,” Crow said and groaned when Rogue helped him sit up.

“Definitely a concussion,” Wrath said, looking through his hair at the knot. “Do you feel sick?”

“No, I’m pissed.” Crow swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood.

The room rushed around him, but he fought it and the need to throw up. Rogue placed a steadying hand on his back.

Crow drew in several slow deep breaths. When the moment passed, he walked over and retrieved his clothes.

“Tell the cleaners not to touch the clothes hanging here in the closet. I want them sent to my Nevada residence.”

“Um…okay,” Wrath said.

Carrying a change of clothes, Crow disappeared into the bathroom and stepped beneath the shower.

Jimmy Lincoln had taken Rebel, and Crow was going to take great pleasure in taking the man apart.

Piece by fucking piece.

“How far out are Rip and Winter?”

“They just landed. They’ll be here real soon.”

Crow nodded and winced as Wrath stitched up the wound on his arm. The damn thing just wouldn’t stop bleeding if he moved his arm at all. They were encased in another room, same hotel, just on a different floor while the cleaners took care of the other one.

Stone wanted him to go to the ER, but he’d flat-out refused. He didn’t want to waste one more fucking minute.

He needed to find Rebel. Their last words spoken had been in anger and he wanted to take them back.

Of course, he still wanted Rebel to explore other options than being an assassin, but he would take back the other thing he had said.

Mainly the part where he’d claimed there was no us.

He was a fucking liar. He had broken Rebel’s heart. He could see it in the man’s eyes before Rebel had leaped from the tub.

Regret cleaved through his gut and he grunted.

“Sorry,” Wrath said, interrupting his thoughts and bringing him back to the pull of skin on his arm.

“What’s the plan for getting Rebel back?” Crow turned his attention to Stone.

The man was a fucking force. All broody, controlled, and definitely in charge at the moment. But Crow knew he was in no shape to take point on this. Especially when Rebel’s life was at stake.

“You calmed down now?” Stone asked him.

Crow grimaced. He wasn’t proud of his moment upstairs when he had taken a swing at Stone. Rogue had intervened and Crow found himself pinned to the bed until he tapped out.

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