Page 71 of Wrecked

The two men lifted him, one under each arm, and forced him to his feet.

“Time’s running out, Jimmy,” Rebel called back with a wave of his hand.

The guards shoved him out of the dining room and he stumbled again, catching the wall for balance.

Rebel made sure his laughter floated back through the door.

He hoped the fucker choked on his dinner.

“Can we watch some TV, guys?” Rebel asked, shuffling along.

The idea of going back into that fucking room was daunting.

This place wasn’t as big as Jimmy’s Hollywood Hills home, but it did have a den with a television in it. He’d seen the room on his way to dinner.

“Please?” Rebel gazed up at Dennis.

The man squinted at him for a few moments and then ordered the other guard to hold onto him. Dennis walked back to the dining room and stuck his head through the open archway.

“He wants to watch TV.”

“All right. I’ve got to go out anyway. But keep the chains on him,” Jimmy ordered.

Rebel overheard the conversation and he tried not to get too excited. Jimmy was leaving and that would only leave Dennis and a few of the guards. If he could get his hands on a knife, he could end this shit. He knew the chances of that were slim, but it would only take a few distracted minutes.

Perhaps he could get them to take off the cuffs and chain between his feet. Even though he wasn’t all that close to Dennis, he had known the guy for a while. Asking was worth a shot.

Dennis took him by the arm and led him into the den to the brown sofa. Rebel sat down and pulled his feet up, hugging his knees. It was cold in the room, so he yanked over the off-white throw blanket hanging on the back and slipped that over his knees.

“What do you want to watch?” Dennis picked up the remote and when Rebel held out his hand, the guy handed it over.

The apps on the TV had Netflix and he opened it up, putting on an action movie that would last roughly a couple of hours. Hopefully, Dennis would let him watch the whole thing.

And while he watched, he planned.

Dennis sat in the recliner but didn’t kick his feet up. The other guard walked to the doorway of the den and took up a lean against there.

That was when Rebel noticed the sheath strapped to the man’s thigh. It contained a knife and if he could get his hands on that fucking blade, it would make all the difference to this peaceful scene.

“Can you remove these for now?” Rebel asked Dennis and pointed to the cuffs.

“No.”

“You really like your job, huh?”

Dennis shot him an annoyed glance. “What do you mean?”

“You’re like his puppet. Can’t make your own decisions, always following orders. Can you even think for yourself?”

“Shut your mouth or I’ll take you back to your room.”

“Just sayin’,” Rebel said with a smile and turned back to the movie.

He had gotten to Dennis, it was clear in the clenched fists and irritated red that had mounted on the man’s cheeks.

So what if he irritated the asshole. Fifteen minutes went by before Rebel spoke again.

“Can I have something to drink?” he asked.

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