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I play with the idea for a little while before I decide against it. I’d like to meet face-to-face with the president and hear what he has to say.
As I fry the rissóis, my thoughts turn to Jenna and what I found out about her. I shake my head, thinking I didn’t learn all that much.
I’ve talked to her every time I’ve been in to get a cup of that god-awful coffee, but she never says anything and just blushes.
Lifting a pastry that’s ready out of the oil, I set it down on a paper towel, then I freeze as a new idea pops into my head.
I could kidnap her. It would be so easy to grab her on her way home. The roads are always quiet.
While I play with the thought of taking Jenna, I continue making the food, and by the time all the rissóis are ready, I let out a sigh.
Kidnapping someone like Jenna is dangerous. She’s already fragile, and it might break her completely, which is the last thing I want.
I’ll have to be patient and see if she relaxes over the next few days. Maybe she just needs to get used to seeing me around.
I let out another heavy sigh because patience is not a virtue I’ve mastered.
Chapter 5
JENNA
Five minutes after Mr. Cahoon leaves, I hear engines rumbling, and my eyes snap to the road.
When a whole group of bikes pulls into the gas station, my heartbeat sets off at a wild pace, hammering against my ribs. My breaths speed up, and I freeze where I’m sitting, my wide gaze locked on the men.
I watch as Derek lights a cigarette, then he laughs at something Wayne says, and when Kirk joins them and they begin to walk toward the store, my body chills, and dread pours through my soul.
No.Go away.
I’m a trembling mess by the time the three men enter the store, and while Kirk and Derek go to the fridges, Wayne stops at the counter and smiles at me.
“How’s my favorite cunt? Missed me?”
My breaths saw audibly over my dry lips as I wrap my arms around my middle while ducking my head low and curling my shoulders forward.
They all start to laugh, and when Wayne’s fingers brush against my arm, I yank backward and collide with the shelves behind me.
Not caring about the store, I run to the end of the counter and through the room where everything is stored, and into the small toilet. I slam the door shut and quickly lock it, then brace my hands against the door in case they try to kick it down.
“Oh, come on, sweet cheeks. Don’t ruin the fun,” I hear Wayne shout while it sounds like they're trashing the store.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, little whore,” Derek calls out. “Or I’ll huff and I’ll puff.”
“The bitch is the one who should be huffing and puffing on our dicks,” Kirks says before laughing loudly.
Eventually, the noise dies down, then I hear the bikes start and their engines rumbling as they drive away.
Slowly, I unlock the door and pull it open until I’m able to peek through a slit, and not seeing anyone, I cautiously creep out of my hiding spot.
When I step into the doorway between the store and the storage room, I still don’t see anyone. I take in the mess, packets of candy, chips, and cookies lying scattered all over the floor.
I glance at the counter and see a few dollars lying near my phone.
At least they didn’t take my phone.
Feeling completely rattled, I begin to clean up.
“What happened?” Mr. Oliveira suddenly asks right behind me, scaring the crap out of me.
