Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

CHAPTER 87 LUKE

The highway stretched out in front of me, and all I could think. was that if I had just taken Jess to prom...

If I'd just had the guts to tell Josh and do what I really wanted- be with Jess-none of this would ve happened.

This is my fucking fault. Jess is hurt because of me. She wouldn't have given Bryan a chance in the first fucking place. That animal would not have put his hands on her if I just...

She would've been safe. She would've been with me. "Fuck," I hit the steering wheel like that would help anything, but it got rid of some tension.

I needed to focus. I need to find her. If I don't find her, then... Laura said it was a police vehicle, but walking up to the cops and accusing them of kidnapping wasn't exactly going to end well.

The phone rang, cutting through the monotony of the tires humming against the road. I glanced down at the screen. Josh. Without thinking, I hit the answer button and put him on speaker. "Yeah?" My voice was tight with tension.

"Luke, there are patrol cars right behind you. They're close. I just got off the phone with Sam," Josh's voice came through, strained but steady. "They checked with the precinct. No police 08:01

CHAPTER 87

The only ones out tonight

and I gripped the steering wheel even tighter. Whatever vehicle Laura saw wasn't a

the law. Fuck," I muttered, trying to piece it together. "Can Laura remember anything else? Was the guy wearing

It'll be

twitched as I fought to keep my frustration in check. "I'm gonna get Jess back," I said, my voice firm, even though my mind was racing. "I promise, Josh. I'm getting

the other end, just Josh breathing heavily. "I know, man. I trust you," he finally said, his voice thick. "I'm taking Laura to the hospital-Sam's already there waiting for us. After that, I'll

black, the only light coming from the occasional headlights of passing cars. It's been a few hours, and I know the stats. The longer she's gone, the less chance we have of finding

caught my eye-a small, run-down

gaze swept across the parking lot, and I noticed a black pickup truck parked near the entrance. For a moment, it looked familiar, a déjà vu that sent a chill down my spine. But I quickly brushed it off; almost everyone

What were the chances...

It could be

be everything. My mind raced as I debated whether to stop and check it out.

but I couldn't ignore the feeling

my fingers drumming against the steering wheel, instincts screaming at

the side of the motel, out of sight, and got out, keeping to the shadows