She released a shuddery breath. “I’m n-not. He’ll f-find me. He always d-does.”
Fuck me. Why did I put her somewhere alone like this? I fucked up big time.
“Sweetheart? I’m going to come and get you. Pack your things, and you’ll stay with me. He won’t find you here, and if he does, I’ll break every bone in his body before he reaches you.”
Her ragged breaths turned to sobs, and I wanted to punch myself for letting her suffer like this. Why the hell did I put her somewhere isolated like that? Why did I subject her to unfamiliarity, when she needed comfort and protection?
“Jesus, Glory. I’m so sorry. I messed this all up. I’m on my way, so if you’re not up to packing, I’ll help with it when I get there. You’ll get past this, I promise.”
She suddenly let out a panicked yelp, and her breathing went from raspy to ragged and frantic.
“He… he’s here! Oh god, he’s here.”
FUCK! I grabbed my helmet and ran to the door, but that’s when it hit me. I couldn’t do this on my ride. I couldn’t have my helmet on and stay talking to her, and she needed me right now.
I set the helmet back down and grudgingly grabbed my car keys, running out and locking up.
“I’m staying on the phone with you. Don’t open that fucking door whatever you do.”
I wished I could call up Micro and get some brothers out there to help me, not because I couldn’t break the fucker into pieces on my own, but because she needed support while I did just that.
I put the call on speaker, and lifted it away, opening up my text chat with Micro.
Me: Need help. Spring Hotel, room 47.
I started up the car, and pulled out like a shot, my phone in the dashboard cradle, while I listened to the ragged breathing of the woman I’d run through fire to protect. I’d let her down, but it’d never fucking happen again.
Micro: On it. Be safe.
Thank fuck for that! Just knowing my Pres, and the club, had my back was giving me the strength to focus on the most important task of my life. Saving Glory.
Chapter Two
He’s here, he’s here,he’s here! I couldn’t breathe, falling to my knees on the carpet as I clawed at my throat, the knocking on my door for the third or fourth time sending another wave of panic through my chest. He’d found me. He’d kill me.
“Miss? Are you in there?”
I tried to speak, but all that came out was a raw scratchy sound that barely registered for me, so there’s no way whoever it was heard it.
“Are you okay in there?”
Oh god. I fell face first onto the carpet as the panic overwhelmed me, and the room started to dim. No! No! Don’t pass out. He’ll get in. He’ll catch me while I’m unprepared, and I’ll be dead. This time he’ll kill me.
Henley
I’ve never driven sofast in a fucking car as I did just then. I leapt from the car, my phone in my hand, and ran into the hotel lobby, ignoring reception as I ran for the stairs. There was no time to wait for a fucking lift, and it was only one floor up. The priority was getting there fast.
“Yo, Henley! Wait up!” I didn’t hesitate, keeping up my fast pace, but feeling the cooling calmness of knowing I had backup, as Rocket followed behind me, and I could hear a third set of feet thundering behind us, but had no idea who. My eyes were firmly facing forward, and focused on the path ahead. The route to take me to Glory.
There was a fucker in dark clothes at her door, and I didn’t even hesitate. I landed hard on him, grinding his face into the carpet as he tried protesting, and that’s as far as I got before I was dragged away from him, and Rocket shoved me at the door.
“Look after her. We’ve got this.” They were dragging the guy away, but I could already make out his protests. He worked here at the hotel. He was a hotel worker.
They released him about the same time I realised that, and I felt a twinge of guilt at the raw skin on the side of his face, where I’d probably given him a carpet burn when I took him down.
“I… I was checking… she hasn’t come out of…”
“You fucking idiot!”
