“He has an app on his phone that locates Maddison’s phone,” Terrance finally said at my side. “We’ve always given him shit about it, but right now I’m glad the fucker is a paranoid stalker.”
I didn’t respond; I couldn’t. My chest felt so tight, and my hands shook as I gripped the wheel tighter. All I wanted to do was get to Chloe and ensure she was okay. Then I wanted to knock the hell out of the fucker that had my beautiful girl hiding in a fucking closet.
A twenty-minute trip was made in twelve minutes as we both skidded to a stop in the parking lot of Hilton Suites. Jogging after Mike and Rhett, I realized I didn’t even take the time to grab my phone.
The young girl behind the desk looked terrified as the four of us stormed across the lobby and towered over her. “Can I help you?” The nervousness in her voice caused it to vibrate with fear.
“Our girlfriends are here, and it was supposed to be a bachelorette party, but they called and decided that they wanted us to drive over and join them. They’re a little tipsy.” I shrugged, flashing her a smile I wasn’t feeling but hoped it was effective. “We may need a couple more rooms, but for now we were hoping that you could give us a key card to the one they already have.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” She looked back over her shoulder toward a short man tucked in an office that was watching something on a screen in front of him. Most likely porn, he looked like that kind of guy.
“We won’t tell,” I assured her, and I could visibly see her throat bob as she swallowed hard.
“What’s the name?”
I looked at the guys, because I had no idea who it was that actually planned this genius getaway. Mike and Rhett shared a look, one that clarified who was the mastermind behind this entire thing.
“Raven Duncan.” The one girl in the mix who had a massive wild streak and no bearing on the safety of five women alone in a city for a girls’ night, apparently.
“There is an opening in suite 412B.” I looked at the girl, wondering what in the fuck she was talking about. “I could rent it for the night.” Again she glanced back over her shoulder at the man who had yet to emerge from his office. “The rate is one hundred and seventy-nine a night, and we accept all major credit cards.”
“But I—” Suddenly a card was thrust forward, and I expected it to be Rhett or Mike, but when I looked back, I saw that it’s Terrance with his arm extended.
“Here.” He handed it to the girl, and I noticed the way his jaw was twitching with irritation. “Put the room on this.”
With a nod, the young girl accepts his card and begins putting the information into the computer. “I do apologize upfront for the suite next to yours. It seems that the group has set out to enjoy the evening.” Then it all fell into place. Without making it too obvious, she was allowing us the information we were requesting. “If they get too loud, please let us know and we will ask them to keep it down.”
I nodded and waited for her to hand us the key cards. “I just need you to sign here, Mr. Walters.” Terrance hurried to scribble on the line before taking the cards and handing one back to Mike. I didn’t think I had ever seen him move so fast. With Rhett following close behind, we hurried toward the elevator. Tapping the button, I looked between the numbers at the top and the stairway to my right.
Fuck this. “I’ll see you up there.” I didn’t wait for them to respond. I was used to taking the stairs; it was part of my training at the station. Taking them two at a time, I reached the fourth floor and jogged in a hurry toward the suite next to the one we just rented.
Pounding on the door, I looked toward the elevator and found it was just now reaching the main lobby.
When the door opened and I was met with Maddison’s wide-eyed look, I knew what must have been rushing through her mind. I saw the two guys over her shoulder. I fought the urge to break their necks myself.
“Two seconds, and I do mean two. That’s how long those two fuckers have to exit this room and run before Rhett and Mike exit that elevator and they find themselves flying to their deaths from a four-story balcony.”
“Move.” I’d never seen Mad move so quickly. “If you two value your lives, I would run, and I mean fast.”
The guys shared a look and then grabbed their pants and whatever else they could before they rushed from the room. I stood in the doorway feeling my hands shake and my legs tremble. I wanted to break them, I wanted to make them piss their pants, but the truth was they were invited here. Looking around the room, I saw Maddison, Raven, and AJ. Then I found Grace sitting on the coffee table with a look of anger. “One God damned night, it’s all I asked for.”
Ignoring her rambling, I searched out the bedroom of the suite and took one step when I heard Mike’s booming voice behind me. “What the fuck, Mad? I know you have more sense than this shit.”
“Strippers.” Rhett laughed but not because he found the humor in the situation. “Fucking strippers?”
I chose to allow them to have it out with the ladies as I
