Page 26 of The Devil

Instantly, anger pours hot and fast into my chest as I look at him. “Because kidnapping her is not a fucking option.”

Leo shrugs. “She witnessed you kill the men. She could be giving the police a description of you right as we speak, and that would make things real difficult for you.”

I shake my head hard. “She won’t.”

“How do you know?” Dominik asks.

“She doesn’t talk to anyone!” I snap angrily.

When it looks like Leo’s going to say something else, Santiago holds up his hand, muttering, “We can continue this conversation later.” His gaze locks with mine. “Take a walk with me.”

Just wanting out of the room before I do something stupid, I follow him outside, and Santiago doesn’t say anything as we head toward the trees. Soon, we walk along a trail that leads to God knows where.

Minutes pass, and when he still doesn’t say anything, I ask, “What are you doing?”

“Taking a relaxing walk. It helps me think.”

“About?”

“Shit.” His eyes flick to my face. “Think about all your shit, Enzo. Process what happened because you’re way too fucking wound up right now to hold a conversation.”

Silence falls between us again, and soon enough, I replay everything that happened since I pulled up to the gas station and saw the bastards robbing the place.

At first, I just reacted and killed the two standing outside, but when I stepped into the store and saw Jenna on the floor with blood trickling down the side of her head, it felt like something gripped hold of my heart and squeezed the life from it.

The terror in her eyes is something I never want to see again.

I finally begin to calm down, and when my phone rings, I dig the device out of my pocket. Cassia’s name shows on the screen, and I quickly accept the call. “Are you there?”

“Yes. There are police all over the place, and I can’t get close to Jenna, but she’s sitting at the back of an ambulance, and they’re taking care of her.”

Thank God.

“I’m sending you a photo so you can see for yourself,” Cassia adds. “Wait…” I hold as she goes silent, and after a minute or so, she continues, “The police just tried to talk to her, and it made her have a panic attack. She doesn’t seem to be talking to anyone.”

I close my eyes, once again regretting that I left her behind.

I didn’t take her because it would’ve been suspicious if she just vanished from a crime scene, and I didn’t want to shine a spotlight on her.

Foda-se!

“Enzo?” Cassia asks to get my attention.

“Yeah. I’m here. Thanks for going to the gas station.”

Cassia’s tone is gentle as she says, “I’ll stay until Jenna leaves. Okay?”

I nod, feeling relieved that someone I trust has eyes on Jenna. “I really appreciate it.”

“Talk to you later.”

She ends the call, and I go into my messages, bringing up the photo she sent.

My eyes rove over every inch of Jenna, who looks vulnerable in the back of the ambulance. She has a bandage on the side of her head, and her face is gravely pale, with red blotches covering her neck and collar bones.

“Meu anjinho,” I whisper, wishing I could reach into the photo and pull her to me.

“Want some advice?” Santiago asks where he’s standing with his hands shoved into the pockets of the white slacks he’s wearing.