Page 52 of Driven by Desire

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Soloman checked his phone for what felt like the thousandth time. Hell, it probably was the thousandth time. He knew there was nothing. He had the volume turned high. He would've heard immediately if info guy had sent another satellite image of the speeding Charger or a text with directions. He glanced over at Roman's phone. Nothing.

He clenched his fist and checked the urge to punch the dashboard. It wasn't the Mustang's fault they were an hour behind Manuel. He fucking refused to imagine the things a man like that could do to his woman in that time. It made his guts burn with an unholy, vengeful fire.

He'd nearly murdered the priest in Tijuana when he'd described the fucked-up wedding ceremony Manuel had forced on Riley. It was everything Roman could do to peel Soloman off the man and away from the church before he burned a holy place to its sacred ground. How could a man of the cloth let his beautiful, sweet girl be treated in such an evil way?

She's been drugged.

Pain cut through him as he wondered what she'd been forced to take. The priest tried to describe her symptoms but he wasn't an expert on drugs and he was terrified of Soloman's chilling fury. He prayed that whatever the fucker had forced on his gorgeous girl would not cause permanent damage. Or, god forbid, kill her.

His phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced down.

Xsource:Checked into a motel in Rancho el Coyote. 1 hour SE of your position.

A map and satellite image of what looked like a run down log cabin style motel came through via text immediately after. There was a Charger parked out front of one of the rooms. Soloman handed the phone to Roman wordlessly who grunted his acknowledgment and nosed the speedometer higher. Manuel could do a lot of damage in one hour.

Xsource: Careful boss. He has contacts in the area. If they know you coming in hot, they be gunning.

Soloman’s eyes shifted to the passing scenery, taking in the relentless desert as it flew by. Roman’s car ate up the worn road as though it meant nothing. Their information guy didn’t need to worry about the person that signed his paycheck. He would set this desert on fire of that’s what it took to get her back.

Hang on, gorgeous girl, I'm coming for you.

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