All that mattered was getting to that motel room.
Please let her be alive.
I wasn’t a praying man, but I found myself thinking it anyway.
McKayla pressed closer against my back as we flew down the road.I could feel her shaking now.Tiny tremors she was trying hard as hell to hide.
The motel sign appeared ahead and I leaned harder into the throttle.The bike practically flew into the parking lot and I barely got it stopped before I was off it.
McKayla jumped off right behind me.
“Push-”
I grabbed her arm hard enough to stop her from sprinting toward the room.“Stay behind me.”
Her eyes were wide and terrified.“What if she’s in there?”
“What if somebody else is?”
That shut her up, barely.
Room eleven sat at the end of the row exactly where we left it yesterday.The curtains were shut tight with no lights on and no movement.
Nothing.
Anchor and the others pulled in behind us hard and fast.Bikes killed.Boots hitting pavement.
Prime already had his gun out.
Cross scanned the lot.
Vin checked behind the motel office.
Piney muttered, “This feels real fucking bad.”
Yeah, it did.I pulled my gun from the back of my jeans and moved toward the door fast.McKayla was right behind me instantly.
I pointed toward the wall beside the window.“Stay there.”
“I’m not staying out here.”
“You are if bullets start flying.”
Her jaw clenched.She hated every second of this, but she moved where I told her.
Good girl.
Anchor came up beside me while Prime covered the windows.
“You ready?”Anchor asked quietly.
“Yep.”
Cross moved behind us.“Back side’s clear.”
Prime nodded once.“No movement.”
I grabbed the knob and it was locked.That didn’t matter, though.I stepped back once and drove my boot straight into the door.
