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My blood runs cold at the sound of her distress. "What's going on?" I demand, my heart pounding in my chest.
"They're dragging me out of my hotel," she shouts, her words rushed and frantic. "I don't know what's happening, Travis, please help me!"
I feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I scan the crowded airport for any sign of a cab. The traffic outside is gridlocked, and there's no way I'll be able to get there in time if I wait for a ride. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spot a guy hopping off a motorcycle, and without hesitation, I rush over to him.
"Sorry, man," I say, my words rushed as I grab the keys from his hand. "Emergency."
I don't wait for a response as I hop onto the bike, revving the engine to life. “Where are you?” I shout into the phone. I can hear her shouting out streets and landmarks. I’ve been to Hawaii countless times, but I don’t know my way around all that well. I must pull over and pull up the map feature with her on speaker, still shouting and screaming. I knew she was staying at the Four Seasons. I see the street she called out in the beginning and give chase. At least I hope I’m giving chase. I weave through traffic, my heart pounding in my chest with each passing second. I have no idea what’s happening. Why is it happening? All I know is she needs me, and I can’t get to her.
I get lost and must backtrack. Suddenly I hear her shout out numbers and what I hope is a street name before the line goes dead. “Paige!” I scream at the phone in the holder. I know I look like a mad man. I don’t care. I’m going to be sick. I have to find her.
I realize I’m driving aimlessly. I need to stop and take a breath. Panic isn’t going to save her. The numbers she shouted before the line went dead echo through my mind. I quickly type them in, hoping the Google Map app will do its thing and tell me what I need to know. Fortunately, it does. A street address about three miles from me pops up.
I quickly rev the bike and take off. Once again, I’m weaving in and out of traffic, feeling the wind whip past me as I push my motorcycle riding skills to the limits. My heart is in my throat as I race towards the address Paige managed to convey before the call was cut off. Every second feels like an eternity, my mind consumed with worry for her safety.
I see the house and hope like hell it’s the right place. The house looks like every other house on the street. I have the wrong place. But I can’t take the chance. Then it dawns on me I am just me. I don’t have a weapon. I don’t know what I’m walking into.
I park the motorcycle a few houses down from the address, my heart pounding in my chest. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I make my way towards the house. The adrenaline is still coursing through my veins, driving me forward despite the uncertainty and fear gnawing at me.
I scan the area. There’s a dark SUV parked in the driveway. Do I knock on the door and politely ask them to return Paige? I don’t have a lot of experience with rescuing damsels in distress. All I can do is hope pure adrenaline will give me the fight I need to get her to safety.
I walk past the house once, trying to peer through the windows. Suddenly, I hear a man shouting followed by a woman screaming. A cold chill washes over me. It’s her. I’ve found her and she’s in trouble.
Chapter 13
Paige
When they realized I had my phone stuffed into the waistband of my skirt, the man in the backseat with me had hit me before smashing the phone. My hands are zip tied together in front of me, keeping me from fighting back. My purse is still across my body. After I shout the address, a black bag was put over my head as soon as they realized I was giving someone clues to where I was. The bag completely blocks out my surroundings, plunging me into blackness. Without the ability to see, I could only listen to their muffled voices. The bag over my head makes it hard to breathe, hard to think clearly.
I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. The thin blouse I wore, and the skirt were great for the courtroom, but in this situation, they were about the worst thing I could be wearing.
They unceremoniously drag me out of the SUV. I nearly trip and fall. Someone grabs my arms and jerks me upright.
“Let go of me!”
I jerk my arm, trying to get away from the man. Someone shoves me hard in the back, causing me to stumble.
“Big man, pushing around a woman with her hands tied and a bag over her head,” I spat.
I sense someone beside me and kick out.
“Knock it off!” A man roars and shoves me again.
There’s a change in the air, telling me I’m inside. I thrash about, jerking and trying to kick but they are too strong.
Panic once again starts to bubble up. I have no idea if Travis understood anything I was screaming. The chances he finds me are slim. I know that. I have to save myself if I want to make it out of this alive. I stop struggling and focus on what I hear. I can hear male voices. There are two men on either side of me, gripping my arms so tight I worry they could actually break bones.
“Sit down!” I hear someone shout.
I have no idea who he is talking to until I feel something shove against the back of my legs and someone pushing down on my shoulders.
Me.
They want me to sit. I do what they want; not like I had any choice. With the bag over my head, her heart raced with fear and anxiety, unsure of what was to come next. While I’m sitting, I’m trying to think of what’s in my purse that I could use as a weapon. I didn’t think a credit card was going to be enough to do any real damage.
“What do you want?” I snap. “Who are you?”
I can’t give up all control. It’s just not my style. I must keep fighting no matter how futile it is.
