Page 70 of Wrecked

“I’m sorry, Jimmy, I’m so sorry.”

“You gave my location to someone who invaded my home.”

Rebel ate two more pieces of steak and then started on a bun.

“He…he…was going to kill me.”

“Was he?” Jimmy asked conversationally, then lifted a gun Rebel hadn’t seen from the table.

Man, oh man, he was fucking slipping if he missed the weapon lying out in the open.

“Please, Jimmy. I got two kids.”

“Who will be better without their drugged-out father.”

Instead of ending the man’s life at that very moment, Jimmy caressed the gun on the guy’s face, then trailed the barrel down his neck before pointing it at the man’s junk.

“Please, please.”

Jimmy slanted a glance his way and Rebel smirked.

What the fuck was he trying to do? Intimidate him by killing someone? The idea was laughable. Rebel didn’t give a shit about the guy begging for his life.

What he did care about was the man’s two kids. Perhaps Jimmy was right. The kids would be better off without their drug-using parent.

Snick.

The silencer went off with a quiet poof. The bullet entered from beneath the man’s chin.

“Clean that up,” Jimmy told one of the guards and calmly placed the gun back on the table.

Rebel ate another couple of pieces of steak. When Jimmy stared at him, Rebel snorted.

“There are consequences to every action.”

“You got that right,” Rebel shot the words back.

Oh, Jimmy didn’t like that one fucking bit. The man’s fists squeezed on top of the table.

Well, fucking blow me, Rebel thought and sneered before selecting another bun.

This one he slathered with butter and honey.

“You know, Jimmy, you’ve got to start seeing the big picture.”

“And what’s that?” The man scowled at him.

“There’s going to be a moment… A second really, now that I think about it, when you won’t be on point.”

“And?”

“That’s when I’ll gut you.”

Jimmy’s fist slammed to the table.

Rebel didn’t jump, but the two guards at the door did.

“Take him back to his room.”

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