It was the longest fucking flight in creation. First, because there was such short notice, they ran into a snag. After that was taken care of it was the bureaucratic bullshit the Canadian government wanted in order to give them the go ahead. Gramps did come in handy there, because Andros had no patience left at this point to deal with anything. He was about ready to take off with or without their okay, which gramps assured him would just get his ass shot down out the sky. That only added another layer to his fear for her. She was headed into enemy territory in more ways than one.
Gramps had a bead on the jet, and that was about all they had when they landed in the Havana heat hours later. It was already morning; the sun was high in the sky. The only thing that kept him calm was the hope that maybe, whatever she had planned was for the cover of night. He was already making plans in his head to put some kind of tracking device on her ass as soon as they got back home
"Okay, we ask questions, someone had to see this shit land. We'll go from there. No matter what it costs, get me the information." Gramps was already on the horn trying to find her. There was the obvious language barrier that caused even more delays and added to his frustration, but throughout it all he kept a cool head.
He believed now more than ever, that she hadn't come into his life just to leave. When Alice had told him about her all those years ago, moments before she took her last breath, he'd had no interest in this unknown girl whoever she might be. He wanted his sister to live.
When she'd gone, the hate and venom had taken over. He'd put her words out of his mind, and on the rare occasions that they'd popped up over the years, he'd shoved them to the back of his mind. As time went by, he'd put it aside as his sister just trying to comfort him. It would be just like her to try, even as she lay dying in his arms.
Now to know that his Jenna was real, very real; to have had her, smelt her sweet scent; watch her beautiful face as she laid sleeping. He couldn't imagine going on without her.
"If anything happens to her here, I'll finish what the fucking spooks started." He checked the glock that gramps' crooked ass contacts had let them slip through customs in Canada. He wasn't sure how things had been squared away here in Cuba, and not for the first time he was glad the old man had insisted on coming. He would've found a way no doubt about that, but it would've taken him much longer.
"Nothing's gonna happen to our girl stay cool son. There's been only one sighting of a foreigner fitting Jenna's description. She was seen half an hour ago heading into a cantina in the town square."
Andros was moving before the old man was through speaking. He didn't want to ring the alarm so to speak, so their search was being done very hush-hush, just in case the one she was here to kill was on the lookout as well.
From what he'd learned from her mother, she was expected to show up and find a code or some fuck for this person, but that was before Bonata had been taken out. If this guy, whoever he is, knew that Bonata was gone, he might get antsy.
Everything they did had to be done inconspicuously and under the radar, which wasn't the easiest thing for five American men in Cuba. They were bound to stick the fuck out in their suits in this hot as fuck place. Not to mention he was sure the shades he'd put on to cover the kill lights in his eyes couldn't do anything to hide the predatory gait to his stride.
"Where the fuck did all these people come from?" The streets were crowded for such an early hour and everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere.
"It's tourist season boy, just because we're not allowed to come here legally doesn't mean other peoples aren't. It's a hot spot for the young and adventurous. Maybe one day we can come back under better circumstances, haven't been here in a while myself but it used to be the place back in my day."
He gave gramps a glare from behind his shades and slid down in his seat. He was tied in knots with worry and the old man was talking about vacations and shit.
The place was a dump to put it nicely. There were broken windows and chairs, the bar was drooping and the floors hadn't seen a mop in decades. The sign outside said they were rooms for rent. Andros headed for the backstairs while the others played tourist.
They took up seats in the far corner with the door in their view. He wasn't sure how the fuck he was going to find her, knock on everyone's door maybe? But he didn't want to ask for the American woman who'd checked in an hour ago.
It was true that more and more Americans were travelling here these days, but still, it might sound the alarm if so many of them were suddenly descending on this place. He needed to get in and out as soon as possible, hopefully with his little assassin in tow.
He did what he did best as soon as he reached the landing upstairs. He became smoke, keeping close to the walls with his ears pricked for any sound that might carry. The first two out of the ten rooms were an easy nix. The accents coming through the walls were all native. One seemed empty after two minutes of listening.
He studied the layout as he went, just in case they had to make their escape. Who knows what the fuck was gonna happen here today?
He found her behind door number four. It was her scent that gave her away. Looking around the hallway to make sure no one was watching him, he jimmied the hundred-year old lock and eased the door open.
"Jenna what the fuck?" She'd been waiting for him, or someone. The glock she had pointed at his head was testament to that. Apparently it wasn't him she'd been expecting because her face went through a gamut of emotions as she lowered the gun.
Joy, fear, weariness, were just a few that he caught as he made his way across the room to stand in front of her. He had this all worked out in his head. He was going to yell at her and maybe spank her ass for running off like this. But all he could do was pull her in hard and hold her while his heart was finally free to freak the fuck out.
"Angel okay." She ran her hands up and down his back soothingly. What the hell was he going to do with this girl? The questions would have to wait for later, right now, having her safe in his arms was all he cared about. He lifted her and covered her mouth with his, holding her as close as was possible, before taking her down to the little bed behind them. She was just as hungry for him as they tore at each other's clothes, both refusing to leave the other's mouth.
"Wait baby." He tried to calm things down a bit, but she wasn't having it. She pulled his mouth back to hers and wrapped her legs around him as he entered her swiftly. Then and only then did he feel like he could take a real breath. Lifting his body away from hers, he looked down at her, smoothing the hair back from her face even as he stroked in and out of her.
Her eyes welled up with tears as she smiled up at him, her body moving sensually beneath his. He tried to go slow, to give her the same loving tender care he did at home, but maybe because of the long search, the fear of what might've happened to her. He had no idea what it was, but he couldn't hold back.
The old bed banged into the wall behind it as he fucked harder and harder into her, releasing the pent up fear that had been his companion for the last few hours. When he thought that maybe he should take it easy, that he might be hurting or scaring her with his wildness, she was with him all the way. Her nails dug into his back pulling him closer, her heels made dents in his ass; but it was her soft murmurs of Angel more that spurred him on to madness.
His girl took everything he had to give and then some. By the time he spilled inside her, she had screamed into his mouth not once, but twice. He stayed in and on her as his breathing finally calmed down. Kissing her face lovingly, he started to pull out, but she tightened around him until he looked down at her.
"Angel stay."
"Angel's going to beat your ass. What are you doing in Cuba baby?" She wasn't looking too sure of herself now; in fact her face was set in some kind of frown that he hadn't seen before. "Angel nice, don't hit." Shit he'd forgotten how literal she took things. Of course like the sap he had become, he rushed to reassure her that he would never do such a thing.
"No my little Jenna, Angel will never hit his baby." She seemed happy enough to have got her way and he was finally able to pull out of her and sit up. He pulled her into his lap for one last kiss before standing her on her feet. He finally got a good look at the hovel she was staying in and turned up his nose. He couldn't believe he'd just taken her in a place like this. They needed to get the fuck out of there; no way was he letting her stay here.
He told her to get her shit together and follow him. Downstairs, they met up with the others and after a quick exchange with the bartender they left the dump. The day was really getting off now and it probably wasn't too safe for them to be seen. He still didn't know who she was here to see, where they were, nothing. In the back of the car he questioned her using the phone. He let her know that he knew what she was up to.