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

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only ones

and I gripped the steering wheel even tighter. Whatever vehicle Laura saw wasn't a real cop. I had to stay

the law. Fuck," I muttered, trying to piece it together. "Can Laura

out," Josh confirmed. "They say she's got a concussion. It'll be a while before she's conscious again, let alone able to give us

frustration in check. "I'm gonna get Jess back," I said, my voice firm, even though

Laura to the hospital-Sam's already there waiting for us. After that, I'll head back out. Call me if

me, but I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of dread. The sky was pitch- black, the only light coming from the occasional headlights of passing cars. It's been a few hours,

my

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 in this town drove a truck like that.

What were the chances...

pulse quickening. It could be nothing, just an

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

but

drumming against the steering wheel, instincts screaming at me to pull

I muttered, pulling off to the side of the motel, out of sight,