“We’re coming. As much as I don’t want you to, I think you should hang up the phone and hide the evidence that you called. I don’t want him figuring out that you called me.”
“Oh God, Cy. I hurt so much.”
“We’ll be there in a few minutes. Don’t get caught on the phone. Hang up. I’ll be there.”
Willa didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to end the call. She liked hearing Cy’s voice. He gave her strength, but he was right. If Robert came back and saw her on the phone, he would throw a fit.
Already her body ached so much she wasn’t sure she would ever recover. The pain was too much, and she wanted to sink into oblivion. But she had to make it look like she wasn’t on the phone with Cy, which meant she had to hang up and move to the other side of the room where he’d left her.
Though she didn’t want to, Willa hung up the phone and closed the drawers. Then she pushed the phone back to where it had been before and switched back on the light.
Moving to the other side of the room took all her energy. She had no idea how long it took her to move, but Robert’s voice could be heard outside the room by the time she dropped into a heap where she’d been before.
Her heart picked up speed as she heard his hand on the doorknob. A shiver slid through her at the thought of him catching her.
The door cracked open, and she heard a car in the lot. If only the person in that car knew she was here. She needed help now.
Where was Cy? She wanted him to save her because there was no way she could fight off Robert or run from him. She wasstuck here, unable to escape. She prayed Cy showed up soon, because she didn’t want to die here in this shitty motel, not without telling Cy she loved him.
35
Cy had no clue if they were going to get to Willa in time. They’d raced out of Jump’s house and hopped into two cars, speeding toward the address Willa had given him, but were they going fast enough to get to her before Robert got back?
The seconds stretched out and felt like minutes. It was difficult to breathe, and his head swam with worry. It felt like the world was closing in on him.
He’d been in shitty situations, shot at, almost blown up, gone down in helicopters, dropped in the middle of the ocean, and other shit that was unreal, but nothing he’d experienced in all his years felt this awful.
“We’ll be there in two minutes,” Foster said.
“Fuck. This is bad.”
“I’ve called for an ambulance,” T said.
An ambulance would mean police. If he got his hands on Robert, he couldn’t kill him. He had to remember that even though he wanted the guy to die, he had to keep his wits about him and keep the guy alive.
“That’s the place,” T said from the back seat.
Foster pulled into the lot, and Cy’s gaze combed the front of the motel, searching for the room numbers.
Then he saw Robert, and anger whipped through him hard. He opened the door as Robert slowed, stepping out before the car had come to a complete stop.
“Hey!” Cy yelled, hoping Robert would come at him instead of stepping into that room. Once the door closed, the only way in was breaking the window. They didn’t have charges to blow the door, or the battering ram they used on missions.
The wail of a siren traveled on the wind, then blended in with the background noise. The cops and the ambulance were still minutes away. He had to draw Robert out.
“What are you doing, Robert? Get over here,” Cy called out, acting like he knew the guy.
For a moment, Cy thought Robert was going to step into the room and slam the door shut. But the jerk took the bait. Did that idiot think they were buddies, or maybe someone selling something? This was the type of place where illicit substances would flow from sellers to buyers. But that wasn’t why he was here.
About five seconds after Robert shut the door to the room, Cy could tell the guy realized his mistake. Cy took off, sprinting the last few steps to Robert. The man actually yelped as Cy caught up and slammed him against the wall of the motel.
“I don’t know where she is,” Robert squealed.
“Bullshit. Give me your room key.”
“Fuck you!”
Cy pressed harder, resisting the urge to beat the shit out of the guy. Foster was there, taking over for Cy as T grabbed the dropped door key and opened the door for Cy to enter.
