Adrian set the knife down slowly. He used that time to quickly do the math in his head and determined the others should be joining them any time.
“Let Jenna go, and you can do with me what you want.”
“No!” Jenna tried stepping forward.
He stopped her with an outstretched arm and a shake of his head. Tried to, anyway.
“No!”The stubborn woman moved out of his reach and around his arm. “I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for me.”
“Not your choice, sweetheart.”
“The hell it’s not!”
After everything she’d been through, that fire he loved so much was still there.
“You’re willing to die for this man?” Matais looked puzzled as he moved the gun toward Jenna. “It is because of him that you are here.”
Adrian ground his teeth together but kept his cool. He knew Matais was trying to get a rise out of him. Goad him into losing control so he could win this sick game.
Not gonna happen, asshole.
“I don’t care.” Jenna tilted her chin a bit higher. “I won’t let you kill him.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Miss Shaw. But I’m afraid you won’t have a choice.”
Ortiz smiled wide as he pulled the trigger, shooting Jenna in the abdomen at point blank range.
Chapter 17
“No!”
The animalistic roar tore from the deepest depths of Adrian’s soul as he watched the woman he loved fall to the ground.
Without any thought of his own safety or well-being, he rushed to her side and fell onto his knees.
“A-Adrian?” Fear and pain consumed her emerald eyes.
He covered her wound with both hands. Her blood poured out over his fingers.
Oh, God!
“Jenna?” His voice cracked. “You’re okay. Y-you’re going to be okay.”
“Do you really want the last thing she hears from you to be a lie?” Matais mocked him.
“Shut up!”
“I have a very good aim, Adrian. I did not want her death to be quick, therefore I did not shoot at a major organ. However, given your situation and our location, she will be dead within the hour. Two if she’s lucky.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“H-he’s…right.” Jenna’s throat worked as she swallowed. “S-sorry…”
“No!” He shook his head and pressed harder. “You arenotdying. Not today.”
His hearthurtfrom his fear of losing her.
“On your feet, Adrian,” Ortiz spoke again.