Page 61 of Wrecked

All he had wanted in those few moments after waking up was to go after Lincoln and kill him.

Stone had nipped that shit right in the bud.

“You go off half-cocked right now and Rebel is as good as dead,” Stone had snapped.

Seconds later, Crow understood that, but that first rush of fear and rage had sent him into panic mode.

“Yeah,” Crow said, gazing at Stone across the expanse of the new hotel room. “I’m calm now. Sorry about earlier.”

“Good. We wait for Rip and Winter to get here and then we make a plan to infiltrate Lincoln’s house and take back what’s ours.”

That plan was welcome news to Crow.

“What about Lincoln?” Crow asked.

“We leave the Russian mobster’s man alone for now.”

“What the fuck? Since when have we ever left anyone who fucked with us alone?” Crow said, scowling.

“We have a team who can handle that. This doesn’t fall within the scope of Genesis.”

“Then whose fucking scope is it?” Crow asked, clenching his fists.

“Phoenix.”

Phoenix…he knew of them. He’d even met some of them at Dave’s place once a while back.

They were a group of elite government operatives that were brought in when cases got messy or law enforcement needed plausible deniability. Phoenix worked both nationally and internationally and had been instrumental in taking down Yakov Lakhonin, the head of an Eastern European drug and human trafficking ring.

And while all that was fucking awesome…

There was no way in hell Crow was going to walk away.

One way or another, he would kill Jimmy Lincoln.

Rip and Winter arrived at the hotel and met them upstairs in the new hotel room.

Stone had called room service for food and told them all to eat.

“That’s an order,” Stone said.

Crow grabbed a breakfast sandwich and ate it in four bites. He wanted this waiting bullshit done.

Rip and Wrath hugged each other and Wrath ribbed Rip about getting a haircut.

“And a shave,” Wrath told his brother.

Rip smirked, munching on fries. “Some people like my looks.”

Wrath rolled his eyes, but a small smile tipped the corner of his mouth.

“How you holding up?” Winter asked around a bite of his own breakfast burrito and sat on the bed next to him.

Crow shrugged.

“I’ve been better.” What else could he say? It was the fucking truth.

“I saw the room upstairs.”

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