Page 19 of The Biker's Second Chance
“Oh thank God. I was starting to think this was the wrong number.”
“Who is this?” I ask again.
The woman sniffles, and it’s only then that I realize whoever it is is crying on the other line.
“This is Tessa. We met a week ago when you came to the apartment.”
Instantly, I remember the girl. She was one of the women who was held captive in that hellhole. She had one of her fingers cut off.
“Yes, yes, I remember. Are you okay?”
“No, I want to get out of here. I want to leave, but I’m scared. I don’t have anywhere to go. Can you help me?” The desperation in the woman’s voice is palpable.
“Yes, I’ll come help you.” The words are out of my mouth before I have a chance to think about them.
“Okay. I’ll be at the laundromat, down the block. Do you remember the one?”
There’s only one laundromat in the vicinity. I remember being upset simply because it was so small, and every time I went there the machines were all full and I’d have to wait to use one.
“Yes, give me a little while and I’ll be there. Don’t worry.” I do my best to ease her, but I know my words aren’t going to havethe effect I want them to. This woman is scared for her life and she’s reaching out to me for help.
I have to go help her.
She hangs up the phone, and I’m instantly hit with my next problem. There’s no way that Zero is going to just let me walk out the front door. He’s been told not to.
I can’t call Spike, he’s going to give me the same story. I’m going to have to sneak out of here.
Without making much noise, I look around the room for an exit, but the only windows in the main area lead out to the front where Zero is. I make my way to the bathroom and see there’s a small window that leads out to the back. This is my only option. It’s going to be tight, but I think I can squeeze through.
The window itself must not have been opened for a very long time, because by the time I get it open, I’m sweating profusely.
Once I know it’s open and that I’ll be able to get out, I rush back to the room and slip on my shoes, grab my phone and wallet. I’ll come back for the rest of my stuff after I get done with this.
I’m nervous, mostly because I know I’m doing something I shouldn’t be doing. Still, helping Tessa is more important.
Slowly, I squeeze myself into the opening of the window. I have to shuffle from side to side, the space is so small.
I drop my things right out the window so I can have my hands free.
At first, I think I’m hallucinating it, but right as I get halfway through the window, I hear the one thing I don’t want to hear.
The rumble of a motorcycle engine.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I try to force myself through, but it’s no use. I’ll break the window before I make it.
The rumbling stops a few feet away from me and I slowly look up.
Spike’s angry face is glaring right at me.
So much for a speedy getaway.
CHAPTER 11
CAUGHT IN THE ACT
SPIKE
You’ve got to be shitting me.
