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

Fuck," I muttered, trying to piece it

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

"I'm gonna get Jess back," I

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 head back out. Call me if you see anything." "Good," I replied, forcing myself to focus on

front of 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, and I know the stats. The longer she's gone, the less chance we

something caught my eye-a

and I noticed a black pickup truck parked near the entrance. For a moment, it looked familiar, a déjà vu that sent

What were the chances...

pulse quickening. It could be

debated whether to stop and check

I needed was to waste time, but I couldn't ignore

the

out of sight, and got