She tried arguing with him at first, until he told her that he'd put her little ass on the plane and take her home. She gave him a look and folded her arms, fuming. Who the fuck is this girl? She seemed to have a million different personas, she was the innocent, the lover that outshone all others, the computer wiz, the gambler and apparently a pilot, a fighter and who the fuck knew what else.
‘I know what I'm doing.' He read the latest words on his phone.
‘I don't care, you're not going off anywhere by yourself, now tell me what I want to know, or I'll hogtie you and take you back to the States. If you want to save your dad you'll start talking. NOW.'
She decided to go with the silent, mouth zipped and arms folded approach. "Take us back to the airfield." She actually reached for the door handle when he gave that order. He grabbed her around the middle and dragged her into his lap to keep her in the car. They were on their way to a villa that grandpa supposedly owned, while he'd been upstairs reacquainting himself with his little dynamo. He didn't know where the fuck he was, and had no interest in trying to hunt her down again.
He had to keep a hold of her all the way there, as she struggled and kicked up a fuss. He guessed he was finally getting a taste of what life with her was going to be like. He was wondering how long this side of her would manifest itself. Too bad for her, he was an expert at dealing with the temper tantrums of the truly gifted. Though hers seemed to be the mother of all tantrums.
She was so cute, not a word was said, she just stiffened up her body and used her strength to hold him off. It was almost like watching an action movie with the sound on mute. She made not a sound as she pulled his arms from around her each time he replaced them, or when she tried to stomp a hole in his foot.
Not even when she reached up and around his neck, and tried to put him out with her finger over his pulse, did she utter a word. It was hot as fuck in Havana and their little struggle was making him even hotter. Gramps the ass was watching and laughing, that's why he couldn't calm her ass down in the way he would've preferred. Instead he bit into her neck gently, which got her attention.
"Angel loves his Jenna." The words seemed to deflate her and knock the fight out of her. She switched off like he'd turned a key or something in her back, like a wind up toy. He kept his arms around her, as she sat mutely on his lap. She hadn't said a word about why she was here, and he was waiting until they were alone and behind closed doors to broach the subject.
Chapter 29
The place looked like a throwback to an earlier time, something you'd see in an old black and white Hollywood flick with Bogart or Grant. There were palm trees lining the driveway to the two story wooden structure, with its peeling white paint and pale pink shutters. "She use to be a grand old lady back in the day."
That was Gramps' first words as they left the car. There were men and women in uniform, who came out to meet them, and who seemed a little confused by the fact that no one had any luggage. In fact Jenna was the only one with a satchel, which he was dying to get his hands on.
He had to figure out a way to get the information out of her, and then convince her to stay behind while he went after her dad. Her mother had explained why she thought Jenna wouldn't get him involved, but she had to know that now that he was here, there was no way he was going to let her take such risks.
As soon as the door closed behind them in the room they'd been shown to, he backed her up against the wall, crowding her. She gave him one of her disarming smiles, the little sneak. "Oh no you don't little flower; what's in the bag?" He took it off her shoulder even as she tried to hold onto it. "Jenna, you're not going anywhere, try to get that through your head. I will go after your dad and bring him back. Now tell me who has him and what it is they want from you?"
She shook her head in the negative and folded her lips. How could she be so innocent one minute and so … whatever the fuck she is, the next. Not more than an hour ago she'd been a wanton beneath him, now she was an innocent, who thought that by folding her lips she could keep him at bay.
"Fine then, if you won't tell me, then we're going home, but you're not putting yourself in any more danger." He didn't look at her when she stomped her foot, or when she tried turning his chin so that he had to look at her. "No Jenna, and you're in enough trouble as it is so I'd quit while I was ahead if I were you." He finally got the bag open and was amazed at what he found.
It was a kill kit. There was a broken down weapon with a silencer, rope, something that looked like a grenade and clothes that looked familiar. He wondered where she'd got the specialized Kevlar suit from, but now wasn't the time to ask. He shook his head as he looked at her. Everything he'd thought they were going to be had changed. How the fuck was he going to deprogram her ass?
Here he was looking forward to a life of peace and quiet, and his wife to be was damn near a lethal weapon. "Come here." He pulled her down next to him on the bed and looked into her eyes so she could gauge the seriousness of what he was about to say.
"Baby, I know you're trying to protect me, but you've got it wrong, I'm supposed to protect you. I can't let you go after these people whoever they are. If you just tell me who and where, I'll take care of it for you. If you insist on being stubborn, I will knock your ass out and take you home; then your dad will probably die. I know you don't want that, so please just tell me what I need to know.
She studied him for the longest time before she got out her phone to do her bionic typing shit. He was patient and let her get the words out, before reading what she'd sent him. Her words shook him to the core. ‘Alice said Jenna take care of Angel. Angel seen too much death, and sorrow, no more; Jenna brave girl.'
He felt the words in his heart. His two favorite people were trying to protect him; the fact that one of them was no longer here was neither here nor there. Somehow, when Jenna was around, he felt his sister wasn't too far behind. Maybe now was as good a time as any to find out just how that relationship had come about. She had to be no more than a child when Alice died and he would've known of her if they'd met in life. He knew everyone his sister had known.
"Jenna I know you said that you speak to Alice in your head, but where did you meet her?" He held his breath as he waited for her answer. Maybe her explanation would be something simple, like maybe one day they met in the doctor's office or something stupid like that.
She was typing for a long time, and he could see that she was concentrating really hard, trying to take her time to explain, by the furrow of her brow. When she was finished and he was finally able to read what she'd sent him, her explanation blew him away. As far as he could tell, she had met Alice for the first time, the day she died. Jenna didn't know this, but from the scene she described, he knew that that's what it was.
Alice had shown her a glimpse of him while he'd held her in is arms that day. She didn't know how they'd been able to connect, because she'd never been able to do it with anyone else before or since. She was ten years old when it happened. After that, she'd seen her a handful of times but then the visits had stopped until the other day.
Alice sometimes told her things throughout the years, but she hadn't appeared to her again since her childhood. It was more of the hocus pocus shit that he couldn't wrap his mind around, but she was living proof, so he had no choice but to accept.
He took a moment to digest what she'd shared with him, maybe later he'd take it out and look at it again and see if he could make sense of the whole thing; but he wasn't holding out much hope for that. Instead of answering his questions it just left him with more, one of them being, why his sister had never tried to connect with him. Okay Andros you ass, you can't be jealous of a ghost.
"Thanks for telling me sweetheart, I'm glad I know. Now tell me why you're here." She didn't seem to want to tell him at first, so he waited her out. She was stubborn as fuck, that's for sure, and he had to keep reminding himself that he'd only known her for a few short days and maybe some day, he'd figure this shit out.
He was having a hard time keeping up though, as he sat there with her on his lap, trying to piece together everything he'd learned thus far. Since she wasn't talking, and he was beginning to realize that he probably wouldn't get shit out of her, he tried a different tack.
"Your mother said that you set up our meeting that night, why?"
She was back to her phone again. ‘It was time.'
"Time for what?"