Page 74 of Wrecked

They reached a den that sat off to one side and Crow found two more dead men.

Yup, Crow would bet money Rebel had somehow gotten loose and had made his way out of here.

“With so many bodies, Rebel may not even be there,” Stone’s voice came through the comms.

“Let’s double-check the place and then regroup,” Crow said, turning toward the long hallway.

Rip materialized from the rear of the house and moved into the hallway. The three of them, Crow, Rip, and Rogue, split up to check each room.

Following Stone had been easy since Azrael had hacked into Dave’s system. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, but because Azraellived there and had for a while, he’d overheard things…like passwords and procedures.

Azrael tucked his phone away when they reached the residence that sat in a rundown part of town at the edge of L.A.

“You think Rebel’s in there?” Boston whispered.

“I’d bet money. Just be careful. If Rip catches you, then there will be hell to pay.”

“He won’t catch me,” Boston scowled and then pulled down his hoodie to cover his face and positioned the mouth and eye holes so he could see and breathe.

Azrael huffed quietly and did the same with his mask. He had brought his knives strapped to each thigh and also had a handgun tucked into an ankle holster, but he preferred knives over anything else.

Boston, on the other hand, preferred guns. Oh, the kid was good at knives too, but felt more comfortable holding the nine-millimeter with the suppressor twisted on the end.

They had to be smart about this and Azrael went to the back of the house. He found the rear door open. Beyond the door lay two bodies. Dead men dressed in dark suits. Lincoln’s guards, no doubt, and he wondered who’d killed them.

“You two are fucking trouble,” Rip growled from right next to them.

Boston yelled a quick sound and leaped.

Rip caught the boy around the waist and clamped him to his side.

The former soldier wasn’t letting Boston go anytime soon. Azrael had heard the talk about Rip. Dave said that Rip had served in the Marines from the age of eighteen to thirty-two. That meant Rip had served almost fourteen years.

Those years had turned Rip into a Marine Raider. And now a lethal military assassin for the current SecDef. But the bottom line was that…Rip was considered a ghost.

Azrael had had to ask Dave about that one. Ghosts were members of a Specialized Tactics unit within the Joint Special Operations Command (JSOC). The JSOC included the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines.

Watching Rip subdue Boston without any trouble brought home the skills of the man.

Rip was big with a lot of muscle and reminded Azrael of Real. Just thinking of Real had him glancing around. If Real knew he was here, what would he do?

Probably throw a fit.

But Azrael no longer cared about what Real thought or did. He was through with the big sexy soldier.

Real wanted distance between them and Azrael had given it.

“Release me,” Boston hissed up at Rip.

“Give me your word you won’t run,” Rip demanded.

“I won’t.”

“You better not be lying to me.”

“I’m not.”

Reluctantly, Rip released his hold on Boston and the boy sprang away, glaring at the big soldier.

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