Chapter 47

"Something's fucked," Soloman growled, tensing, ready to jump out as soon as the car got near enough to the motel entrance.

They were just pulling into the entrance of the motel. The door to the room his information guy had indicated belonged to Manuel was open. The Charger was out front along with another car parked behind it, blocking the vehicle in. Fuck. Something was going down in that hotel room. He needed to get Riley the fuck out of there.

Roman stopped the Mustang behind both vehicles. Before Soloman could open the door, Roman's hand fell on his arm, stopping him. Soloman raised an eyebrow in surprise and anger. Roman never voluntarily touched anyone. He used his bulk and deadly intensity to intimidate. He only touched when absolutely necessary. He turned dark eyes toward his boss and friend. They spoke without words.

Be smart. Don't get her killed.

Soloman took a deep breath, reached around his back and pulled his gun. He'd discarded his suit jacket and rolled up the slee