Chapter Thirty Two- Bait

Amara’s POV

We found a motel twenty miles out of the city for the night. It was surrounded with men at every turn, complete with Cutter sleeping against the door. Gun on his thigh between open legs, it was an ease to my paranoia that he was armed and ready. Even if he wasn't Jackson, he was trusted by him and it made me feel at least a sliver of safety among the heavy weight of danger constantly surrounding us. 

But even if it was a way to relax, I still couldn't sleep. I managed a few hours on the flight with Cutter’s insistence, but was too fueled by adrenaline now to even try to close my eyes. Instead, I paced the floor quietly until moving into the bathroom to try and keep from waking up my bodyguard. While inside, the phone rang and a knock came to the door. 

“I'm going to be right outside the room. Don't come out for anything.” I agreed with him before hearing the door close. Not even a handful of seconds later and the motel phone ran