Chapter 5 5

Except for a small tic in her jaw, she looks completely unbothered.

Several seconds pass before she finally lowers her hands, loosening her grip on the gun until it drops to the floor with a dull thud.

"Bitch," Ramiro hisses, his wounded hand trembling.

I see him step toward her, ready to hit her, and I don’t hesitate for even a second.

I pull the gun from the back of my waistband and shoot him in the head.

I gave my word. If he can’t follow orders, I don’t want him in my ranks.

Once again, the woman doesn’t even flinch at the gunshot, though she does seem surprised.

"No one is going to hurt you. What’s your name?"

She takes a deep breath through her nose and raises her chin defiantly. My eyes drift to her neck—long and slender—and I can’t help but imagine sinking my teeth into it.

The thought sends a ripple through my body, leading to an immediate, painful erection.

"Jenkins," she replies, her tone just as firm, still completely unshaken.

I step closer, stopping just inches from her face, tilting my head slightly as I study her with a mischievous smirk.

"Who are you, Jenkins?" I whisper.

Her chin lifts even higher, and her back straightens.

She’s standing her ground, the little—

My cock throbs even harder in response.

"I’m the one who saved your friend’s life and now expects to return to her own. I don’t want trouble with you, much less with the police. I’ll go home and say nothing about what I’ve seen here."

My smirk widens as I take a deep breath.

A fruity scent—something citrusy—fills my lungs, and a shiver runs down my spine.

"I’m going to fuck this woman. Whoever she is, I want her for myself."

"I suppose I should thank you for what you did for my brother."

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise.

"Unfortunately, what you’re asking isn’t possible. Consider the fact that I’m letting you live as my way of returning the favor."

"Shit, I’m getting dizzy!" Pablo—the one I shot in the thigh—suddenly exclaims.

Jenkins whips around, frowning, muttering a curse under her breath before rushing toward him.

"Damn it, I missed the shot," she grumbles, pressing both hands firmly against the wound.

My expression of surprise must match that of Gambo and Oscar, who stare at her in shock.

She starts barking orders, demanding someone clear the pool table so she can tend to the injured man.

I don’t understand.

Why is she helping him if she was the one who shot him?

My two most trusted men, the ones I consider my brothers, silently ask me for answers.

"Give her whatever she needs," I instruct. "And after she’s done, take her to one of the guest rooms."

I turn to Oscar, pointing at him.

"She’s your responsibility. I don’t want anyone else getting near her, understood?"

He nods.

"And you better keep yourself under control. No accidents."

"Yes, Zeldric," he responds.

The woman—Jenkins—snaps her head toward me like a whip.

I wait for her reaction.

Now she knows who I am.

And yet, she still doesn’t seem fazed.

She clicks her tongue and curses under her breath before turning back to her patient.

"Can someone help me, for fuck’s sake?! If I don’t stop the bleeding, he’ll be dead in two minutes!"

I smile. She’s an odd woman. Maybe I should let her go, but I need to know more about her. My curiosity is killing me.

I leave the room and head back to my office. Halfway there, Lagos intercepts me—somehow, he already knows what happened. I guess he saw it through the security cameras in the game room.

"What do you want to do with her? She looks like a cop."

"No, I think she’s military. She says her name is Jenkins, but I think that’s her last name or maybe just a nickname. Find out everything you can about her—yesterday."

"Why not just kill her and be done with it? If she’s got military training, she could be a problem."

"I gave my word," I explain, adjusting the collar of my shirt.

Lagos nods. He knows what that means.

"I’m on it. I’ll have Beni moved to his room and take care of Ramiro’s body."

"That idiot had been disobeying my orders for a while, and that’s something I can’t tolerate."

"I know. He had it coming."

"Talk to his family. Make sure they don’t suffer too much."

Lagos nods again, and I continue on my way.

When I reach my office, I’m pleased to see that Luna is gone.

I sigh as I sit behind my desk and glance at the computer screen.

The feed from the game room is still up.

Two of my men are moving Beni, and immediately, Jenkins says something to Oscar.

Gambo and Oscar lift the injured guy onto the pool table, and the woman gets to work on his wound.

She looks so relaxed it’s unsettling.

Who in their right mind would dare stand up to the leader of a criminal gang without even a hint of fear?

She’s either crazy… or maybe just too damn sane.

I take a deep breath, dragging my fingers over the bulge in my pants.

Whatever it is, she’s got my attention.

I want her.

And I will have her—whether she likes it or not.