Page 114 of Sunny Undone

“I’m in the trunk of Evan’s car.” Her voice is breathless and terrified. It does little to ease the freight train rattling over my chest. “He hit me. He’s taking me somewhere. I don’t know where.”

“Evan?” Every muscle in my body tightens. The no-good shit with a weak arm and halitosis. “Did you try the emergency release? Pop the trunk and see if you can escape.”

Ridge’s eyes go wide, and he orders everyone to shut the fuck up.

“It’s been removed or broken or something.” The little hiccup in the middle rips my chest apart.

Rage battles with focus, and it’s hard to remain calm for her. “It’s gonna be okay, Indy. Just another adventure. We’re gonna find you.”

Knox marches over. “What number’s she calling from? I’ll get Vex on finding which cell towers it’s pinging from. North, get your phone and call Wren on this too.”

I put Della on speaker so he can see the number she’s calling from and put it into his own phone. “Della, you’re doing so good. What other information can you get for me?”

Della tells me about the car, an old Chevy Malibu, the color, half the license plate.

“That’s all good information, sweetheart. Anything else. Is he alone? What is he wearing? Did he tell you why?”

“I think he’s alone. I didn’t see anyone else. He’s wearing a…uhm…a plaid shirt, blue, open over a white T-shirt. Jeans. He didn’t give me a chance to ask much before he knocked me out. But he had my notebooks. The ones stolen from my motel room.”

“Fucker,” I mutter. “Did he hurt you? Are you okay? Anything else?”

“I’m scared,” she admits on a short sob. “I’ve got a raging headache.”

“I know, Indy. But I got you.”

Knox is on the phone to someone, and he repeats what she tells me to whoever it is, then leans over the phone. “Della, it’s Knox. We got people tracking that phone and using public cameras to track the vehicle down. If it’s on a highway, we’ll find you. Conserve your energy.”

Suddenly, standing here feels like doing nothing. “I’m coming for you, Indy. Got you last time, when you ran out in front of my bike. And I’ve got you this time.”

I grab the phone and my keys off the bar and am about to head to the door when Havoc stops me, picks up my stool, and shoves me into it. “Sit your ass down and wait until we have somewhere to ride to, cowboy,” he says, taking my keys. “Talk to your girl.”

“Can you call the police for me?” she asks.

“Let us figure out where you are, first, so we have somewhere to tell them.” But I’m gonna get there first. And I’m gonna kill that motherfucker for having the audacity to touch her.

There’s movement behind me. Knox is quietly giving orders.

Gathering weapons.

Ridge is getting everyone together, giving instructions for when we get outside and ready our bikes.

There’s no shouting or panic from men who know the shape of trouble well enough. We’ve seen enough of it that we know how to meet it. Which means, I should follow their⁠—

Shit! I know what she can do if it’s an old Malibu. Just need to see if it’s old enough.

“Indy? Are your hands tied?”

“No, I managed to get the rope off.”

I blow out a breath as quietly as I can because the idea of those pretty wrists of hers with rope burns puts me too close to throwing up. “Listen to me. Feel alongside the side of the trunk. Use the phone flashlight, if you can. Is the side of the trunk carpeted?”

She huffs a little as she moves around in the cramped space. “Yes. But the phone is about to die. Quick, tell me what to do.”

“It’s good it’s carpeted. Get your fingers behind it and pull it away.”

“I can’t,” she says. And those tremors of fear ripple through her words.

“You can. Find the edge. There’ll be a seam or a plastic clip. Pull it.”