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

CHAPTER 89

LUKE

I crouched beneath the window of the grimy motel room, my stomach churning at the thought of Jess trapped inside. Dark thoughts clawed at my mind, threatening to drag me under-1 needed to pull my head out of the ass and focus.

Then, a loud bang echoed through the thin walls, followed by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. I held my breath. Jess. She was in there. A terrible sense of dread washed over me as I swallowed hard. The last thing I wanted to hear was one of them snarling h "Jess!" One of the men shouted, his voice laced with frustration. My vision began to blur, the edges of my surroundings fading as anger surged through me.

What the hell are they doing to her?

I knew I was outmanned. One guy against two? Especially if one of them was Bryan. I might have size and strength, but Bryan was a professional football player-

big, fast, and unpredictable. He could take a hit as well as he could deliver one. The last thing I wanted was to confront him without backup.

I edged away from the window, my heart pounding louder than my frantic thoughts. I needed help. Fast.

As I ducked into the shadows behind the parked vehicles, I pulled out my phone, hands trembling.

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Come on, come on.

pickup truck. There are two men inside. I think Jess locked herself in the bathroom." "Luke, wait," Josh's urgent voice

in trouble! You don't understand-she could be hurt! I

bringing me back to

tight. Just a few

went dead before I could respond. The silence was suffocating, interrupted only by the sound of hammering from the other side

else could I do? Then I heard it-a soft sob, muffled but unmistakable. My heart dropped as I turned, instincts

above the ground, a small window was barely

the railing outside, trembling as though

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"Jess?" I whispered.

There was noise inside the motel room.

I called again,

I pulled out my phone and

Police are

"Shit... Shit..." I cursed under my breath. I had to get her back. But my options were limited. If I played this wrong, she

wood breaking. I glanced up at the hand gripping the railing. I had no way of getting up there-not with the gutter beneath. Then, her hand was gone. The silence

her." I turned back

curtains were flimsy enough

asshole. I