She picked up the handset and sighed when she realized it was definitely broken by the lack of dial tone. Her eyes wearily on the still figure on the bed she struggled to think. She needed to get in touch with Peanut. She would have to call from the main office or a payphone. Only she didn’t have any money and she didn’t want to be anywhere near here when Johnny woke up.
A sudden idea struck, and Phoebe grinned as she buttoned her shirt back up and dug into Johnny’s pocket for the car keys. She wasn’t going anywhere until Peanut got here to make sure that Johnny didn’t come after her again. Even knowing that calling him and his brothers would likely end up with Johnny being taken out of here in a body bag she headed out the motel door to put her plan into action.
Chapter Twenty
His hands gripped the handlebars tightly, his palms sweaty and his nerves frayed. It had taken a little over twenty-nine minutes to get to the motel even with them going eighty-five. Every mile that they traveled brought them closer but the knot in the pit of his stomach only tightened. He couldn’t shake the worry that he was going to arrive too late, that all he’d find was the broken body of the woman he loved. The fear wouldn’t leave him and his mind was twisted into a mess of what ifs. What if he’d told her last night? What if he’d driven Jazzy to school?
What if? What if?
The constant refrain was making him nuts, but he couldn’t seem to stop the thoughts from circling inside his head like twisting snakes that wanted to consume him. Rage parked near the motel office, his face grim as he crawled off his bike. Peanut pulled up beside him followed by Viking and the rest of the club. They all wore matching grim expressions as they climbed off their own bikes. No one spoke as Rage tucked his riding gloves into his pockets and looked around the lot. Peanut did the same, his eyes focusing on the black sedan parked near one of the rooms. He knew that was the sedan of the fucker who’d taken Phoebe.
He turned, intending to head in the direction of the room. Viking’s hand landed on his shoulder stopping him. Peanut glared at his brother who shook his head before speaking.
“Let’s get a key and find out for sure what room. We only get one good shot at this and we don’t want it to go south. He might not have hurt her yet and if he hasn’t, we don’t want to spook him by breaking into the wrong room,” Viking hissed, his eyes imploring him to see reason.
Peanut wanted to shake his hand off and charge in the direction of that room but despite his need to get to Phoebe as fast as possible, he wasn’t going to risk more harm coming her way if he could help it. Damn, he fucking hated this. He needed her safe.
“Fine, hurry the fuck up,” he growled, still staring at the sedan.
Rage nodded and him and Phoenix headed inside while the rest of them hung out around their bikes watching the rooms. Two men opened a door about ten feet from them exiting their room. They nervously eyed the seven of them standing there watching the motel with wary expressions as they headed to their truck. One of the men unlocked the doors and they quickly left. Peanut watched their fading taillights trying not to think about the fact that these seconds that they stood here waiting on Rage to get information and a fucking key could mean the difference between finding Phoebe alive or dead.
He turned to glare at the office, wondering what the hell was taking them so long. Viking was leaning on the wall nearby watching him. He needed to do something. They were close and it looked like the fucker was still here with her. What was he doing to her right now? Was he hurting her? Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer, he just fucking couldn’t. He moved, intending to take off towards the door—fuck waiting. Rage came out of the office at that moment with a key in hand. He nodded to the rest of the men and they all fell into step behind him. Peanut reached out, grabbing the key from Rage when he neared him.
He didn’t fight him, and Peanut read the number. Damn, good thing they did go get this fucking key or they would have been barging into the wrong room. He walked towards the door, his guts twisted and his heart beating in his ears. His palms were sweaty and his mind was in chaos wondering what he’d find when he opened the door of that room. He tried to prepare himself but he knew deep down that nothing would stop him from killing that fucker if he’d hurt Phoebe.
He glanced at Viking who was beside him as he pushed the key into the lock. Viking pulled out his gun and nodded. Peanut already had his own weapon out and after a brief look at the others he noted that they all looked ready. He shoved the door open, stepping inside. His eyes were immediately drawn to the
