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Tapping on her name, I see exactly where she is and notice that the hotel that she and the sorry-excuse-for-a-man are staying at, is about twenty-five minutes away from Hunter and Selena’s house. Given the time of day, though, there’s traffic, so there is no doubt in my mind that it will take longer.
I click on the location and speed out of the garage and out of the semi-quiet neighborhood.
The whole drive, I’m not only going way over the speed limit, dodging cars left and right, I’m also yelling into the phone, hoping that Sophia will hear me through everything and tell me that she’s okay. But no matter how much I yell and beg for her to pick up the phone, she doesn’t say anything back.
Adrenaline is running through me the whole drive. I speed through the highway trying to get to the city as fast as I possibly can. At times, the traffic makes it seem almost impossible.
My blood boils every time I hear Elijah’s voice coming through the line. Every time he calls her a name, I want to pummel my fist into his mouth and never hear another word from him.
In case anything happened.
This is what Sophia meant.
This is why Sophia looked fucking terrified when she stopped by the apartment a few days ago. I don’t know how long this has been going on, but I’m going to do everything in my power to put a stop to it and make sure it never fucking happens again.
I push down on the gas as I start to see the city scape in the distance, and I push down on it even more when the call drops as I get off the highway and onto the city streets.
“Fuck!” I yell out, hitting the steering wheel in the process.
I try calling her back, but the call just rings before it goes to voicemail.
And that’s what continues to happen as I call her thirty more times as I make my way to the hotel.
Not a single call is answered and by the time I reach fifty calls, I’m already pulling up to the valet station at the hotel, ready to jump out without putting the car in park.
“Sir!” The valet attending yells outs as I jump out of the SUV and run into the lobby of the hotel and head straight to the front desk.
If the location app gave me specific locations, I wouldn’t be having to waste my time trying to find the room that she is in.
“Sir, is there something that we can help you with?” The girl behind the desks asks, looking at me with concern in her eyes, as if she is trying to figure out if I’m a crazy person or not.
“I need you to tell me what room Elijah Swanson is in,” I order, my tone a lot harsher than it needs to be, but I don’t care. I need to not only find Sophia, but also see with my own eyes that she is safe.
The girl starts shaking her head. “Sir, I’m not at liberty to give out any guest information,” she tells me, looking over my shoulder, no doubt alerting a security guard or something.
“I don’t give a shit. My friend is here with him and she just called me. From the sound of it, things are getting nasty. So, tell me what room he is in, so I can make sure that she is fucking safe,” I let out, my whole body shaking in the process.
The girl’s eyes go wide again, but this time with concern.
I need to see Sophia. I need to fucking see her.
“Sir,” she says, and again with a shake of her head, fighting with herself on doing the right thing.
“Security can go up with me. Just tell me what room Elijah Swanson is fucking in. If nothing is wrong, you have my permission to kick me out of this hotel. Please.” I’m willing to beg. I’m also willing to go to every single room that this hotel has just to find Sophia. I will kick through every single door until I have her in my arms.
The receptionist must see something in my eyes, or hear the desperation in my voice, because she gives me a look of pity before she lets out a sigh and throws a nod at me. I watch as she goes to her computer and reaches for a key card.
“Room 1464,” she says after a minute, handing me the key card. “He’s in room 1464.”
I let out the biggest sigh of relief imaginable. “Thank you.”
She gives me a nod and points me in the direction of the elevator.
I give her thanks once again, and head to the elevator. Before the doors close, I yell out to call the police, and right away she gives me a nod.
It takes the elevator twenty seconds to climb up to the fourteenth floor, and the whole time, I want to will the steel box to travel faster.
A lot of shit could have happened since the call dropped and I don’t know what I’m going to walk into once I reach the room.
