Terribly beaten

LYNN'S POV

After the jet landed, I threw Aunt Rose a quick text letting her know I made it safely before I called Dakota and got her exact location. She was holed up in a run down motel that hadn't seen its glory days since the 60s. A broken down truck sat permanently parked in one of the spaces and none of the vehicles here were newer than 1998. Several men lined the railing out front as they smoked and drank, and what looked like prostitutes, walked in and out of several different rooms. This place screamed danger, but I wouldn't leave without Dakota.

Aunt Rose luckily had a car waiting for me when I landed and the man behind the wheel was a big, burly son of a bitch. I knew he'd have my back if anything weird went down. The single head nod in the rear view mirror confirmed it.

"I shouldn't be long," I told him.

"I'll be watching."

I got out of the Bentley that probably cost more than this entire building when all eyes turned on me. The men against the railing whistled and cat-call