Page 73 of Wrecked

It must have dawned on Dennis the level of Rebel’s skills. And while he had nowhere near the skills Crow once had, he was an assassin.

That fact seemed to pierce Dennis’s brain in the next second because the man went for the side holster he wore and the handgun tucked inside.

The man’s hand never even touched the butt of the gun before Rebel’s knife was embedded in the base of his throat.

Retrieving the knife, he walked out of the room.

Another guard stood in the hallway and he took the guy out on his way to search for shoes and darker clothing.

Pulling his knife free, he moved swiftly through the house. Rebel left carnage in his wake as he took out one guard after the next.

The place must have been old because the floor creaked and groaned as he walked down the hallway to the back bedrooms.

He had no idea where he was or even what city, but that wouldn’t matter.

He wasn’t going anywhere. He was going to wait for Jimmy to come home and then…

They would both die here tonight.

And Rebel was going to make Jimmy hurt.

For Crow.

The team of six men, a combination of Genesis and Erebus, converged on the residence that stood in the older part of Los Angeles.

It hadn’t taken Crow long to get the information out of one man. He had had to kill three of them before the fourth one talked, but nobody could deny his method worked.

Snick, snick.

Crow took out the two guards at the door and moved into the house with Rip at his side. Wrath secured the entrance while Rogue followed them into the belly of the home.

Winter and Rip had taken the back of the house and would enter from there.

A dead body lay in the small entryway and fear punched into Crow.

The body was obviously a guard, but he wasn’t sure why the man was dead and that was worrying.

Had Rebel killed the guard?

If so, then that meant that Rebel was already gone.

Damn it! Crow pressed his earpiece.

“Be careful. Rebel might be on the loose and he doesn’t know you guys.”

“I met him at the ranch.” Winter reminded him.

“He knows me and Wrath,” Rogue whispered at his side, jogging his memory.

Fuck, he needed to get his head in the game, he’d completely forgotten that Rogue and Wrath had saved Rebel.

He chalked it up to the pounding headache that wasn’t helping with clarity.

Before Crow could continue and caution them to identify themselves to Rebel, Winter’s voice came over the comms again.

“One body in the kitchen.”

“There’s a body in the entryway,” Rogue said, using the comms.

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