Page 56 of Throttle Therapy

“Joker has her.Limited info, she’s secure.He radioed in to let us know, but said he would be focusing on her for a bit and would get back to me.”Cypher looked up from the computer screen, meeting first Hex’s gaze then Roadkill’s.“He wants Bones at the dock, if he can’t make the dock, then here.”

Roadkill’s stomach sank.If he wanted Bones, then she was hurt.The question was how much.

“Does she need to go to the ER?”Roadkill asked.

There were some things that would need to be reported, others they could get by without, depending on what had happened out there on the water.If she’d been raped, they would need to take her to the hospital so they could press charges.That was assuming the perpetrator had survived his encounter with Joker.

Cypher shook his head.“He said no.She’s battered but they’d been so focused on getting out clean that was all they’d managed so far.”

There was so much more to that.If this was a trafficking ring like he suspected, they might have been told to keep their hands off.A virgin would bring a lot more cash than if they’d taken turns with her.

Roadkill dropped his head.He stared at the floor for several seconds as some of the tension he’d been holding for the last several hours drained from him.

“Can we get my room moved soon?I’d like to be able to take them both to the house once Bones is done with Lacey,” he said to Hex.

“I’ll get on it now.”The president turned on his heel and left the room.Roadkill stood there, looking after him.

Something smacked him in the back of the head.He looked down and found a small leather ball on the floor.Picking it up, he recognized it as the ball Cypher kept on his desk and would knead as he stared at the screen thinking sometimes.

“What was that for?”he asked, tossing the ball back at the hacker.

“Go talk to your woman.Tell her the girl is safe.It’s not a lot, but it will help.”

Roadkill blinked, wondering why he hadn’t thought of that, then headed for the main room and Jenna.

Chapter Thirty

“She’ssafe.”

Roadkill’s words didn’t sink in.Not at first.Not until he knelt in front of her, took her hands in his and made sure she was looking at him.

“Did you hear me?Joker has Lacey.”

Jenna blinked several times.What did he say?

“Joker has her?Did they…” she trailed off, not wanting to put her worst fears into words.

Roadkill shook his head.“He says she’s a little beat up but that’s all.”

She stared at him.She wanted to believe him.He wouldn’t lie to her, not about something like this, Jenna knew but still, until she could see and touch her sister, she would have a hard time believing she was safe.

Roadkill took her hand, stood and pulled her to her feet.

“Come on, we’ve got to get the place ready for her.They’ll be back in an hour or so.We don’t have much time.”

Jenna frowned.

“What place?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

She let him tug her out of the clubhouse, to the pickup.He put her inside then drove them past the clubhouse to an area she’d never been to and hadn’t been aware existed.

Jenna didn’t say a word, even as he pulled into the carport beside a southern ranch style home with a brick exterior.A porch ran the full length of the front, but the lights on inside let her know the front door stood open and men streamed in and out carrying things.

“What’s this?”

“This is our place,” Roadkill said, opening his door and getting out.