Rekker turned on Viktor for pulling his hair, grabbing both biceps and shoving him back toward the wall of whatever building was here along the street. It probably looked like they were about to break into a fist fight for anyone looking on.

The ginger's voice was quiet but aggressive. "Like you trust me to take care of your tight ass?"

He knew it took a lot of trust for the punk to give up control and he respected that aspect of whatever this was between the two of them.