The Gambler(15)

"Fine Vito, but make sure the gag does not block off her air passage, I  want her breathing when I get back. If you fuck this up you'll never  make it off the estate."

"Okay, okay. One little mistake months ago and you never let me live it down.

"Vito."

"Yes boss, sorry I'm on it." He hung up the phone before the other man  started giving him his version of the so-called mistake again. He'd  heard it a million fucking times and always came to the same conclusion.  Your gun might possibly go off once by mistake, if you're a complete  asshole without a working brain cell. But there's no way you can shoot a  motherfucker eight times by mistake.





Outside the car, they had to do the security check again. His guys had  been circling and back tracking as they drove and keeping him posted by  phone, so he knew there were no un-friendlies following them. "Garrett  you called ahead?"

"Yeah boss, I scheduled the flight; it was a bit last minute but they worked it out."

"Good." He took one of her hands and squeezed softly to get her  attention. He was in no way willing to force her onto that plane if she  didn't want to.

He knew it was fucked, gramps had been there his whole life, after his  sister he was his number one guy. But if he had to, he would let the  guys go on without him, so he could stay and protect her. He'd made that  decision in the last few minutes on the way here. It was a tough one,  but he gladly accepted that there might be a lot of those in his future.  Whatever it takes, as long as his little Jenna was happy, fuck  everything else.

"Angel ears?"

"Ears, what's wrong with your ears baby?"

She flapped her arms and made the sound of a plane taking off. At least  he thinks that's what that was. He guessed that answered that question.

"Damn baby, thanks." He kissed her forehead and helped her up the stairs  to the plane. The twelve-seater was just big enough to hold their  detail. He found her the special headphones and put them on her head as  she looked around with excitement. She practically bounced in her seat  and clapped her hands as they cruised down the tarmac.

Her eyes were peeled out the window and he left her side and went the  short distance to where his men were seated. It was time to plan what  the fuck they were gonna do once they got to this place. It was broad  daylight and the stash house wasn't exactly isolated. There will be  people coming and going from the local businesses in the area. Not  exactly ideal for a rescue mission that might end in a shootout. Maybe  that's what the enemy was banking on.

It didn't matter though, because if gramps really was there as he  suspected he was, he wasn't leaving without him. The locals will just  have to deal with a little bloodshed.





It took them half an hour to reach. Now he had another problem, what the  fuck was he gonna do with her while he was in there? His head had been  turned around way too much today, for some fucked up reason he wasn't  thinking straight.

He couldn't take her in there. What the fuck had been thinking. All the  way there in the waiting car he pondered the question over and over.  This vehicle, though equipped, was nowhere near as safe as the tank.  Granted no one knew they were coming, but the thought of leaving her  alone this close to their enemies didn't sit too well. Fuck Andros you  fuck, what the hell were you thinking?         

     



 

"We'll be there in five boss."

Jenna had her eyes peeled out the window, watching the scenery go by.  The GPS on the car where they'd plugged in the address was now saying  ‘you've arrived at your destination'. The place looked like a warehouse  that had seen better days.

They made a wide circuit around the block to get the lay of the land. In  back was another leg of the Hudson, this one dirtier than others. It  looked like the area had once been an industrial park of some type that  had since gone under. Most of the buildings were abandoned and they  looked it. There looked to be a brand new speeding vessel of some sort  tied up in the back of their destination though.





Jenna hopped out of the car before he could stop her and he almost had a  fucking heart attack. He couldn't yell and bring attention to them, so  he got out as well, before security was in place.

She walked with a purpose, right up to the backdoor, and he thought his  heart was gonna give the fuck out; until she stopped short and did some  kind of duck and dive. He held Garrett and the others back as they made  to follow her. That was because she'd turned back to him and placed a  finger over her lips. What in the fuck was this?

She was playing with that toy again, only this time her fingers were  moving faster than he'd ever seen them. When she was finished doing  whatever it was she was doing, he heard a soft whirring sound and  realized there were cameras on the sides of the building that had  stopped in mid swing.

She started digging in the grass and he's thinking ‘not now baby'. Her  moods changed so rapidly from one moment to the next, he wasn't sure  what to expect. She turned to him with the sexiest fucking grin and  beckoned him over.

She'd uncovered a trap door that led down into the basement of the  place. "Gramps here." He couldn't resist kissing her, even as the others  filed past them and started down the steps. Who the fuck was this girl  really? And how had his sister known?

How could she have known all those years ago, that this one woman would  exist, and that she would be his? And why had fate chosen now to bring  her to him? He had a million questions that needed answers and he  intended to find out each and every one of them in the not too distant  future.

He followed the men down the steps, intending to stash her somewhere  down there out of harm's way, until the shit was over. They could hear  footsteps overhead and men talking and laughing. She held up her fingers  to her mouth again, as the others came down the stairs behind them.

Then she closed her eyes and seemed to be in deep concentration. He got  that spooked feeling again and his gut churned. What the fuck was it  gonna be this time? He was proud as fuck of her and what she could do,  but everything so far pointed to her being trained as some sort of  criminal.

That he could not accept. To take advantage of her innocent gifts in  such a way! He had no doubt that the gifts were hers naturally, whatever  they were. But he knew that they had been used for something other than  they were intended.

No one moved as she did her thing. Even his men were coming to  understand that there was something more than met the eye with her. She  popped her eyes open and held up her fingers. "Five?" she nodded in  answer to his question.

Then she started pointing out locations, which he guessed represented  where each man was stationed. Then she held her hand up again. "Two."

She nodded and mimed walking and someone tied to a chair. Get the fuck out. She was the fucking bionic woman what the fuck?

"Angel chocolate." Un-fucking-believable …





He didn't need to tell the men where to go, from the information she  gave them they pretty much knew what needed to be done. First order of  business was to neutralize the two on gramps, because chances are they'd  been told to eliminate if there was a rescue attempt.

He sent the men on ahead so he could talk to her before following them  up. "Jenna I need you to stay down here baby okay." He led her to a spot  hidden behind an old furnace and hoped like fuck that she understood  what he was saying. He heard gunfire erupt just as his foot hit the  first step to go up, and started running.

Gramps! There was chaos when he made it to the top. Two of the men were  already dead on the floor and Jameson was untying the old man. He heard  running feet and aimed his gun in the direction they were coming from.  He wasn't really interested in eliminating these fucks right now, not  with Jenna and gramps on the scene, his first priority was getting them  the fuck out. He'd have to deal with the fucks later, but it seemed like  they were gonna force his hand.         

     



 

"Angel." He heard her scream two seconds before she flew at him and his  heart fell to his fucking knees. What the fuck? He heard the recoil and  felt her weight hit him, a second before he raised his arm and shot the  guy who'd been about to shoot him.

"Jenna, baby?" He felt the warmth of her blood on his hand and her eyes  glazed over before she passed out. Snatching her up he headed back for  the stairs calling gramps to follow him, leaving the others to finish  it. He never stopped moving until he reached the boat docked at the back  of the property. Gramps was two steps behind him and it wasn't long  before the others came through the door.

"Torch it." One of the guys went back, and using a cloth soaked in gas  from the car, lit the place on fire. If anyone were left alive in there,  they would be trapped, since the front was boarded up and there was  only one way in or out. "You guys head back to the plane, I'm taking the  boat with gramps and Jenna." It was a straight shot on the water to his  place; besides, he couldn't risk getting on a plane with her in this  condition, too many eyes too many questions.