The Gambler(14)

None of this shit was making any sense. She wouldn't talk unless he  asked her the right questions, and how the fuck was he supposed to know  what they were, if he didn't know what the fuck was going on? He knew  one thing. This senator Winthrop whoever she is was a target; if the  circle with the hole over her heart that Jenna had drawn meant what he  thought it did. He'd seen enough targets to know what the fuck that sign  meant. The question was, how the fuck would an innocent like her know  anything about it?

She didn't answer his question, just went back to her game, as he tried  to decipher the shit she'd written. The phone rang and he picked it up  when she jumped. "It's okay baby just the phone." She looked at the  phone like it was a snake about to strike and once again he got the  feeling that he was missing something.





"Andros."

"The girl or your grandfather. You got four hours." The phone went dead.

He called gramps right away and got no answer. No way, there's no fucking way they got the drop on gramps.

Jenna started rocking back and forth on his lap and he felt out of his depth for a split second.

He couldn't fly off the handle the way he wanted to, because that would only scare her and she'd had enough for one fucking day.

He called Garrett and Jameson into the office and told them what was  going on. The others were soon scattered around the room, as the men  tried to figure out where the old man could be being held.

Even though he insisted on security for his heir, he himself was a  solitary creature. So there was no one to call to find out how, where,  or when. He'd already put the bead on Bonata's usual hidey-holes but  which one? If they strike the wrong one, it could mean life or death for  the old man.

"Angel drive." She was back to dishing out orders again. He'd almost  forgotten that she was there, as they threw around ideas of what moves  to make. He wasn't about to sit around and wait on them to call back;  because there was no way in fuck he was making the trade.

What they didn't know, was that she was more than just someone he'd  rescued like he'd done so many others. There was no way he was ever  giving her up. And since gramps came in a close second, he guess they  were pretty much all fucked.

"Drive where?" He hoped she wasn't about to have another melt down if  she didn't get her way. But she just stood from her chair, gave him a  look, and walked out of the room. "Let's go."





Chapter 12





The men followed him out of the room as he caught up to her. "Wait  baby." He let the guys walk out ahead of them, to be sure that the coast  was clear, before shielding her under his arm as best he could. When  they made it to the car, she sat next to him in the back, while Garrett  and Jameson hopped in the front.

A lot of things happened at once. First she put her hair up. It wasn't  that she put it up; it's the way she did it. Methodically and with  precision, as if she'd done it a hundred times before. He took note of  it, because he swore if she'd had a cap handy, she would've pulled it  down to her brows and then don some shades or some shit. Maybe all this  activity was making him loopy or some fuck, because he was seeing  things.

His guys were scrambling because there hadn't been time to prepare for  their little impromptu drive. He found himself actually taking his cues  from her. She didn't seem to sense any danger, so he relaxed just a  little, as he settled back in his seat.

What the fuck am I doing? He thought as he looked out the window? This  was the dumbest fucking move he'd ever made. Still he couldn't say no to  her. Even if it means getting her killed you fuck? He fought his inner  battle in silence as they pulled away from his home.         

     



 

She started playing with her toy and he was thinking, ‘shit, we're in  the middle of a war, gramps is somewhere probably getting the shit  kicked out of him, and she wants to take a ride so she can play her  game'. It never crossed his mind that maybe she'd had one of those  things before. He figured she just brought it to play with while he  drove around in circles losing his fucking mind. It wasn't safe to, he  knew that, but there was something about the way she'd ordered him to  drive that just sounded like his girl knew something. What the fuck that  was, is left to be seen.





They took the tank because gramps had that thing tricked out with every  security measure known to man. He figured if the fucks launched another  rocket at their ass, at least they'd stand a better chance in this. The  guys were on high alert because they didn't know if the fucks were still  around, or where the fuck they were. He had a car in front and two  behind and still he's thinking that's not enough. He kept his hand on  his piece under his jacket, out of her sight, just incase he had to pop  one off en route.

"Where to boss?"

He almost snapped off Jameson's head, but held himself back because she  was there. How the fuck was he supposed to know? Wasn't that ass there  when she said ‘drive'? He was in the same boat as they were. He didn't  have a fucking clue. He did know that he'd lost his fucking mind coming  out in the open like this, with eyes probably tracking their every move.  Still, that something in her voice wasn't to be ignored.

"Just drive around I guess." Maybe she just wants to drive around after  the scare and whatever else that was back there. He'll get that out of  the way and figure out what the fuck to do about gramps at the same  time. She passed him her toy while he was deep in thought and he barely  paid attention, until he noticed that instead of one of her games, there  was a map on the screen. He stared at it as the words started to make  sense as they registered. Again he got that feeling like someone walked  over his grave, whatever the fuck that means.





"Gramps there." She pointed at the screen even as she looked at him with  intent in her eyes. In that moment she didn't look like his sweet  Jenna, she looked like she'd fuck him up if he didn't do as she said.

The fuck! He had that hoo doo feeling again as he looked down at the screen.

There was an actual building with an arrow pointing to it. What the  fuck? Just as he suspected, these fucking gadgets will get your ass  killed.

"Gramps is here Jenna?" She just nodded her head and started digging  into the little purse he'd bought her the day before. He stared at her  at a lost for words. "Jenna, baby, you are freaking me the fu … um, shit.  You're amazing baby." He kissed her lips hard and she giggled and went  back to digging in her bag for her candy bar.

By now Garrett was staring back at the two of them dumbfounded. "It's  the place on Warren boys, let's go." That had been their third choice.  He had no idea how she knew what she'd just told him, and for all he  knew she could be wrong. But if she wasn't, he had a lot of thinking to  do when they got through this mess.

He knew she was special the moment she'd called him by that name.  ‘Angel'. Only one other person knew about that and she'd been gone for a  very long time. Now he had a new fear. Whatever gift she had, people  were willing to kill her to prevent it getting into anyone else's hands  but theirs. Either that, or she knew a whole lotta shit that could get  people fucked. One way or another he was gonna have to get into her  head.

"It would be faster if we fly, head to the airfield." Shit, had she ever  flown before? How the fuck was he gonna do this? If she wouldn't get on  the plane, there was no way he was leaving her in the care of anyone  else. It would take them a good couple of hours driving to get to the  place, and that would be cutting it too close. He figured he'd have to  risk it.

Taking her hand in his he said a silent prayer that she wouldn't freak  out on him. She was back to playing her game one handed while eating her  candy bar. She looked so innocent then, like the beautiful creature she  is. He knew there was something else going on here, something that he  didn't understand quite as yet. But his suspicions told him that she had  been used. That just earned the fucks an extra bullet.         

     



 





He kept his hand around her as they made their way to the hangar where  he kept the Gulfstream. She hummed under her breath, as she tinkered  with that toy of hers, and he kept taking glances at it to be sure that  she was playing her game and not about to blindside him again. For now  it looked like she had no more surprises up her sleeves. Just as they  were hitting the tarmac his phone rang.

"Yeah Vito."

"I've got her." Fuck, he'd forgotten all about the mother.

"Put ‘er on ice … uh Vito, I mean keep her somewhere quiet until I get  back. Just stash her in one of the rooms with eyes and ears."

"Sure thing boss. Can I gag her though? Because she hasn't shut up once  since I acquired her, and my ears are starting to ring from this shit."  What the fuck? Now I gotta deal with his shit, like I don't have enough  on my plate?