The instant the lenses focus on Jenna, I’m once again struck with awe as I drink in the sight of her rare beauty.
It wasn’t my imagination.
For a few minutes, my food is forgotten on the passenger seat beside me as I shamelessly watch the way her hips move while she mops the floor.
Eventually, my stomach growls again, and I quickly remove the burger from the brown paper bag. While my teeth sink into the bun and patty, I once again observe Jenna through my binoculars, getting a real close look at every inch of her.
Her skin is way too pale, and her bone structure so petite she seems fragile.
Her neck is slender, and her breasts seem average in size. When I reach her waist, I notice the fabric of her jeans is bunched together and held up by a worn belt.
Her clothes are too big for her.
The sneakers on her feet should’ve been thrown in the trash already.
A beaten-up truck pulls up to the side of the gas station, drawing my attention away from the woman. I watch as a man, wearing blue overalls, climbs out and walks to the store.
He’s tall and slender, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows.
When he enters the store, Jenna instantly tenses up and hurries back to her spot behind the counter. The man’s lips move, but she doesn’t reply and instead just nods, an uncomfortable and cautious expression tightening her features even more.
Even though she keeps her head lowered like she did with me, I catch her peeking from under her bangs, watching the man as he pulls a six-pack of beers from one of the fridges.
He makes his way to the counter, saying something else to her, and again she doesn’t reply but instead taps the screen showing how much he has to pay. When he pulls a few dollar bills from his pocket and holds them out to her, she pats the counter, indicating for him to put the money down.
Is she mute?
The man chuckles and again says something that has a red blush creeping up her neck.
My eyes narrow, not liking it one fucking bit that he’s making her blush.
Jenna remains tense as he leaves, and the instant he’s out of her line of sight, she covers her mouth with her palm, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
I check where the man has gone, and when I see him taking cover behind the wall, a mere inch shy of the window to the store, everything in me stills and my predatory nature rises to the surface.
As the fucker peeks into the store like a fucking creep and brings up his phone to take a photo of the woman, I clench my jaw so hard my molars grind against each other.
I continue to follow his movements as he walks to his truck, and when he climbs in, I drop the binoculars and start my SUV’s engine.
The man pulls out of the parking spot, and I keep my headlights off as I follow after him. Once we’re a safe distance away from the gas station, I pick up speed and overtake the truck before turning the steering wheel sharp and coming to a sudden stop in front of him.
The entire truck shudders as the bastard slams on the brakes, then he shoves his door open and gets out while shouting, “Are you fucking insane?”
“Yes,” I grumble as I climb out of the SUV.
Instead of ending him with a quick bullet, I close the distance between us.
The man’s eyes widen, and he brings up his hands. “Whoa now.”
As he turns around to dart back to his truck, I grab him from behind, wrapping my arm around his neck. The stench of his sweat wafts up my nose as I tighten my hold until I’m suffocating him.
“She’s mine,” I growl in his ear.
He slaps and grabs at my arm as his mouth opens, desperately trying to gasp for air.
It takes less than three minutes before his body goes limp. I let his body drop to the road and dig his phone out of his pocket. I have to press his thumb to the fingerprint ID scanner to unlock the device, then go into the album where I find many photos of women. I delete all the ones of Jenna and make sure to empty the trash and wipe my prints off the device before slipping it back into his pocket.
I quickly walk to the truck and grab the six-pack of beers without touching anything else.
