Page 6 of The Devil
“How many men do you have with you?” Dominik asks.
“None.”
“I swear, every single time we talk to you, I’m more convinced you’re insane,” Santiago chuckles. “How many men are in the MC club?”
It’s my turn to let out an annoyed sigh. “Not sure. I’ve been told there are over thirty members.”
“You’re facing a group of thirty by yourself?” Dominik snaps, anger raising his tone by a notch.
The usual carelessness is gone from Santiago’s voice when he says, “Wait for us to gather our men, then we’ll come through.”
“Don’t come yet.” I suck in a deep breath. “I’ll call if I need backup.”
“You’re fucking stubborn, you know that?” Santiago mumbles. “Fine. Call if you need us. We’ll get a team ready on standby.”
“Okay.” I pause for a moment before I add, “Thanks.”
“Take care of yourself,” Dominik says before he ends the call.
Like I’ve said before, the members of the alliance are the only people I trust, and damn, they’re always trying to draw me in closer.
I’ve never had a family, which is something the alliance is turning into, and I don’t know how to deal with it.
When I pull up to the house that looks more like a cabin, I glance around the surrounding area that’s bathed in darkness. Climbing out of the SUV, I reach behind me and pull my gun from where it’s tucked into the waistband of my pants. I take off the safety as I cautiously walk toward the front door.
Noticing a basket on the porch, I first make sure no one’s lurking in the shadows before I crouch down. I use the barrel of my gun to nudge the white cloth away, and seeing a pie with a welcome note and a set of keys to the house, I shake my head.
I seriously hope I don’t have any neighbors who are going to come over to introduce themselves.
I pick up the keys and unlock the front door. Walking through the already furnished house, I take in the paintings of wildlife, the old couches, and the floral bedding in the four bedrooms.
I need to get new shit because everything in the house gives me the creeps. It’s too homely for my taste.
Heading back outside, I retrieve my luggage, and after I lock the front door behind me, I walk to the main bedroom. I haul my bags onto the bed and open them, taking out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt so I can clean up after all the traveling.
After I’m done showering, I grab my two guns and head to the living room. I switch off all the lights before dropping downon one of the couches and tuck one of my guns beneath the cushion while I rest the other one on my chest.
Listening to all the foreign sounds, my thoughts turn back to the woman I saw at the gas station. I bring up every single detail of Jenna’s beautiful face and eyes and recall the anxiousness that poured off her in waves.
Was it my imagination? Maybe if I see her a second time, she won’t be as pretty as I first thought.
I close my eyes, trying to still my mind, but after an hour, they snap open again, and I sit up with an unhappy grumbling sound coming from my chest because I can’t fall asleep. The time difference between Lisbon and Minnesota is going to take a while to get used to.
Right then, my stomach decides to join in, letting out a growl of its own.
I should get something to eat.
Climbing to my feet, I grab my weapons and head back to the bedroom, where I put on a pair of sneakers. I take my binoculars out of my bag, and when I leave the house, I spare the basket with the pie a glance before I lock the front door behind me. I’m not eating the pie, but I probably have to get rid of it at some point.
Letting out a sigh, I decide to throw it away when I return, and I continue to walk to the SUV. Climbing into the driver’s seat, I pull out my phone and check for nearby fast-food places.
There’s not much nearby, but when I check Aurora, I see a Burger King not too far from the gas station I stopped at earlier.
I start the engine, and during the drive back to Aurora, I try to deny the fact that I’m heading back to the gas station because I want to see Jenna again.
Why else did I bring my binoculars?
I shake my head at myself as I pull up to the drive-through lane of the fast-food place. I order a burger, fries, and soda, andluckily, it doesn’t take long before I have my food, and I drive the short distance to the gas station. I find a spot on the side of the road where the shadows offer me some cover, and lifting the binoculars, I look at the store.
