“Yeah, but it stings because you fucked up and you like the girl. I promise we’ll get her back,” Thomas said, staring out the window, surveying the parking lot as we pulled in.
Before the truck came to a stop, I opened my door and hopped out, using the extra speed to run toward the doors.
I could see Johnny’s truck in the distance near Race’s car. She’d called, just like I’d assumed, but where the fuck was she?
“James!” I yelled, stopping near the entrance as the guys climbed out. “Go see if Race is over there by her car.”
He nodded, jogging away quickly.
“Excuse me, sir?” I asked, trying to catch my breath as I ran inside.
“Yes?” the portly security guard asked as he rose from his chair.
“Did you see a blond woman leave here about thirty minutes ago?” I leaned on the desk, ready to push off and run.
“Do you mean Ms. True?” he asked as a smile spread across his face.
“Yes,” I snapped as my jaw stiffened.
“Why, yes. She was waiting outside for a taxi last I saw her,” he replied.
“Did she get in a taxi?”
His lips bunched as his forehead drew down. “I don’t know, sir. I didn’t pay attention.”
“Fucking great,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Find her?” James asked as he jogged through the doors.
“She isn’t here,” I replied as I made tight fists, trying not to punch something.
“Not outside, either.”
“Fucking hell. We lost her,” I said, starting to pace.
James touched my shoulder. “Come on, man. Let’s go to the office. We’ll find her.”
“We better,” I whispered.
I wasn’t done with Race True.
This wasn’t how we were supposed to end.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Darkness
Race
Darkness surrounded me.
I lay there frozen, unable to see, as my eyes were covered by something.
My bones ached, my head throbbed, and I couldn’t move. My hands and feet were bound, my torso strapped down, leaving me unable to so much as wiggle.
What the fuck happened?
The only sounds in the room were my labored breathing and the sob that was about to burst from my throat.
