Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
That’s huge.
Chapter 23
ENZO
After driving straight through to the lakehouse to drop off all Jenna’s clothes, we head to the dump she used to live in.
We ended up spending a week in Minneapolis. I couldn’t get enough of seeing Jenna’s face light up with excitement every time she experienced something new.
I also had to buy clothes for myself because I didn’t pack enough, and I let Jenna talk me into getting a pink shirt. She says it’s salmon, but I beg to differ.
For Jenna, I’ll wear the damn shirt.
After getting to spend seven nights sleeping in the same bed and holding her, it’s only solidified my feelings. In a short amount of time, she’s become the air I breathe. I’ve taken every opportunity to kiss her, and I’ve had to jerk off every night in the shower.
I’m happy. More than I’ve ever been in my life.
As I stop in front of the dilapidated house, I’m on high alert, and when Jenna climbs out of the passenger seat, I say, “Let’s make this quick. I don’t want to spend too much time here.”
“Okay.” She jogs to the front door, and I watch as she struggles to get the key to turn in the lock. “Shoot. Mrs. Lettner has already changed the locks. Let’s go to the back.”
I follow her around the side of the house, and when we get to the backyard, Jenna goes down on her knees and begins to dig.
“What are you doing, meu amor?”
“Cassia gave me money when we met.” She glances up at me before continuing. “I hid some of it here.”
I watch as she pulls a bag out of the ground, and when she dusts the sand off of it, I notice it can’t contain more than a couple of thousand.
She climbs to her feet and presses the bag to her chest. “This is all I wanted. I already took everything from the house that’s important to me.”
“Let’s get out of here,” I mutter.
We head back to the front yard, my eyes scanning the surrounding area as we walk to the SUV. Opening the passenger door, I wait for Jenna to get in before I shut it, then I jog around the vehicle and quickly slide in behind the steering wheel.
When we drive away, Jenna looks out the window at the house she lived in for I don’t know how long.
Unable to get a read on her emotions, I ask, “Are you sad?”
She shakes her head. “No, but it feels weird that it won’t be home anymore.”
“I’m your home now,” I murmur as I drive out of Aurora and head toward Tower.
When we put one mile after another behind us, I begin to relax and ask, “What should we have for dinner?”
“What were those half-moon-shaped pastries you gave me while I was still working at the gas station?”
“Rissóis. Did you like them?”
“A lot. I ate them all that same night.”
As we come around a bend, I have to slam on the brakes because a row of motorcycles is blocking our way. There must’ve been a scout I didn’t pick up on, because the bikers weren’t here when we drove through this stretch of road earlier.
I quickly pick up my phone and dial Santiago’s number, then shove it into Jenna’s hands. “Tell him where we are.”
“W-w-what?” she stammers.
I count fourteen men in total. I have ten bullets. It’s doable even though I might work up a sweat. I push the door open, and as I climb out, I take my gun from behind my back.
“Enzo!” Jenna cries.
“Close your eyes and cover your ears, meu anjinho,” I order. “This won’t take long.”
When I turn my attention to Ricky, there’s an arrogant smile on his face as he says, “You’re a hard man to track down.”
“Do you have my hundred and twenty-five thousand?” I ask, my tone mocking because it’s clear the idiots don’t have that kind of money.
Ricky lets out a chuckle. “No, we’re here to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” He looks past me at the SUV, but he can’t see Jenna because of the tinted windows. “Sounds like you have your old lady with you. We’ll take her as payment for my men you killed and show her how real men fuck.”
I hear Jenna gasp, and not hesitating for a second, my arm flies up. As I fire the first shot and the bullet hits Ricky between the eyes, some of the men reach for their guns. There’s a lot of shouting, and it creates a sense of chaos among the fumbling idiots that gives me even more of an advantage.
They’re fucking slow, and I drop five more men before one of them fires a shot in my direction. I have no idea where the bullet goes, and as I empty my magazine on another four bikers, I break out into a run.