Chapter Thirty
“C an 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.
Dennis gave him his attention again after a second guard showed up in the doorway. He then nodded at the other one to go get it. The guard disappeared and returned holding out a glass of orange juice.
It was fucking glass. Glass that could be broken and become a weapon.
The guy must be new.
Rebel wrapped both hands around the glass just as Dennis cursed.
“Don’t! Fuck!”
The shout came from Dennis, but by that time, it was too late.
Rebel tossed the juice in the guard’s face, tapped the glass on the edge of the coffee table, and had slit the man’s throat before Dennis could even get out of his chair.
The guard at the door raised his gun.
“No, fucking idiot! You kill him and we’re all dead.”
Rebel sliced at the cuffs around his ankle, but they were thick and he only managed to get one off before Dennis charged him.
Oh, that was the wrong fucking thing to do and Rebel almost laughed with glee, but he couldn’t get too cocky.
Not yet.
Using two pieces of the glass, he sliced at Dennis, opening up a long, thick piece of skin on the man’s arm.
“Shit!” Dennis stumbled back and away from him.
Rebel dipped over the back of the couch, dragging the long chain behind him. He dropped the smaller piece of glass and picked up the chain.
The guard circled around the couch.
“Come on, you don’t want to do this.”
Rebel laughed, it wasn’t a joyful sound. “You really don’t know me.”
He lunged, slicing at the guy, and managed to open the man’s palm.
The man leaped back, dripping blood. From his peripheral vision, Dennis was still trying to wrap the throw blanket around the open gash down his arm.
“Back the fuck up,” Rebel hissed, moving toward the lesser threat of the guard.
When the guy hesitated, Rebel went for the fucker’s knife strapped to his thigh.
The guard deflected. They really should have just shot him because they weren’t winning this battle.
Rebel had already made up his mind that he was going to leave this room, this house, or die trying.
Slicing upward, he struck at the man’s chest, opening up the shirt and drawing a line of blood beneath. When the guy stumbled, Rebel used the cuff and chain to clock the fucker upside his head.
That’s when he reached his goal.
Unsnapping the sheath, the knife was in his hand and the man’s throat was slit in seconds.
Rebel spun like a dancer and Dennis stood gazing at him stupidly. The throw blanket was soaked with blood.
Stooping over, Rebel sliced through the other cuff around his leg before facing off with Dennis.
“Have you had enough?” Rebel calmly asked.
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.