Chapter Seventeen
Bobby stared outthe motel window into the parking lot. He’d seen the asshole driving around, slowing down and then coming back a few times.
Iknewthey were in this together. The bitch thought I was stupid. They planned this. I’m gonna kill his ass, then make sure I show the cunt who’s boss before I turn her over to Victor.
He groaned.Victor. What the fuck am I gonna do about him?There was no way he could just waltz in and turn Misty over to him. Victor would take her and kill him for sure. He’d have to think of something else. He had to make this right so he could stop looking over his shoulder every time he heard a noise.
It was sheer luck that he’d noticed Misty at the steakhouse. He’d almost stayed in and ordered a pizza, but he was starting to get cabin fever, so he’d decided to venture out. A good steak dinner with a fine glass of wine always put him in a good mood. When he saw them kissing and holding hands like a bunch of fucking teenagers, it’d made his blood boil.Is this trucker for real? Does he really want to hook up with a dirty whore like her?
Shaking his head, he closed the curtains all the way and switched on the light. The jerk hadn’t been back in over thirty minutes. Bobby had to be smart about how he was going to exact his revenge.
The buzzing phone pulled his mind away from his plotting.
“What do you have?”
“She called home tonight, told her mom that she’d call soon.”
“Did she say if she’s going to Ohio?”
“She said she was. Said she was staying with a friend and he was going to bring her, but she didn’t say when exactly, only soon.”
“What the fuck does ‘soon’ mean? I need more. Did she say where she’s staying?”
“No.”
“Did she contact the police?” Bobby grabbed a tissue and wiped his forehead.
“No. She told her mom not to call the police. Didn’t say why.”
“That’s strange. Well, I found her. It was by accident, but she’s in a southern Colorado town.”
“What’s the name?”
“I’d rather not say. You call me if you find out anything more. And if she comes home, you make sure you give her to me. I don’t like double-crossers.”
The phone clicked off. Things were definitely looking up. Much better than the way they’d been the past couple of days.
Bobby figured the trucker asshole must live in Alina.He’ll probably take her on the road with him. The cunt’s used to truck stops.
He laughed out loud, the sound bouncing off the dingy walls. All he had to do was get a plan together. Maybe he’d put the buzz in Victor’s ear that his naughty fucktoy was headed back home. He was sure Victor would love the challenge of tracking her down, capturing her, and then punishing her.
Grabbing the pillow, he placed it against the headboard before stretching out on the bed. He switched on the TV and ordered one of the pornos the motel offered. With his hands behind his head, he waited for the movie to start.
Yeah… things are definitely looking up.