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.

in a motel room, and I think the squad car's here with a pickup truck. There are two men inside.

"No, she's in trouble! You don't understand-she could be hurt! I can't just

bringing me back to

Just a few more minutes,

was suffocating, interrupted only by the sound of hammering from the other

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

back toward the sound, my gut twisting with every step. High above the ground, a small window was barely big enough for anyone to squeeze

the railing outside, trembling as though it might collapse under its

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"Jess?" I whispered.

further. There was noise inside the motel room. Maybe she couldn't hear

again, louder this

answer. "Fuck." I pulled out my

are 5

against the white paint of the railing, and I took a step closer, struggling against the rising panic. How badly was she hurt? What had they done to her? "Shit... Shit..." I cursed under my breath.

of 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

it. I'm getting her." I turned back toward the hotel

sheer curtains were flimsy enough for me

asshole. I knew