My Big Bad Alpha Biker

she found it 4

Chapter 4

Alice POV

I drove for hours. I didn't stop unless I absolutely had to. Every time I saw a police car, my heart jumped into my throat. Every time a car stayed behind me for too long, I checked my mirrors over and over again, wondering if Randy had somehow found me. I knew I was probably being paranoid.

But after finding that tracker, I didn't think I could ever be too careful.

I finally pulled into a small town sometime in the afternoon. I had no idea what state I was even in anymore. Honestly, I didn't care. I needed somewhere to stay. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere Randy would never think to look. I parked outside a small motel that looked like it had been there for decades. The sign above the office flickered, and one of the letters was completely burned out. Perfect.

I grabbed my purse and walked inside. The woman behind the counter looked up from her magazine.

"Can I help you?"

"I need a room."

"For how long?"

I hesitated. "Just one night."

She slid a registration form across the counter. I stared at it. My name. That was the problem. I couldn't use my real name. I couldn't leave a paper trail. I looked back at the woman. "Do you need identification?"

She gave me a strange look. "Yes."

Of course she did. I pulled out my driver's license. For a second, I considered turning around and leaving. Then I remembered I had cash. I placed enough money on the counter to cover the room.

"Can I just pay cash?"

She looked at the money, then at me. "You're going to need identification."

I handed it over. She typed my information into the computer. I stood there praying she wouldn't ask questions. Finally, she handed my license back. "Room twelve."

"Thank you." I grabbed the key and hurried outside. Once I got inside the room, I locked the door. Then I locked the chain. Then I checked the windows. I even checked underneath the bed. I knew I probably looked crazy. I didn't care. I sat on the edge of the bed and finally let myself breathe. I was alone. For the first time in years, I was completely alone. And somehow, that scared me more than Randy did.

I pulled my phone from my purse. There were dozens of missed calls. Most of them were from Randy. I stared at his name. I knew I shouldn't answer. I knew I shouldn't even listen to the voicemails.

But curiosity got the better of me. I pressed play.

"Alice, baby, listen to me..."

I stopped it. I couldn't listen to his voice. Not anymore. I opened my contacts and stared at his name. My finger hovered over the screen.

Delete. I pressed it. His name disappeared. I felt tears building in my eyes. It should have felt good. Instead, it felt like I had just erased years of my life. I wiped my eyes. "No more," I whispered.

I wasn't going back. I wasn't going to let him control me anymore.

I opened my laptop and started looking at apartments. I needed a real place. Somewhere I could start over. I had enough money to survive for a while, but I needed a job. I needed a life. A life that belonged to me. I spent the next hour searching through listings.

Then I found one. A small apartment on the edge of town.

Two bedrooms. Cheap rent. Quiet neighborhood. It wasn't perfect, but perfect wasn't what I needed. I needed safe. I picked up my phone and called the number listed on the advertisement. "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm calling about the apartment."

"You want to come see it?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"That works."

I hung up. For the first time since leaving Virginia, I smiled. Maybe I could actually do this. Maybe I could start over.

Randy POV I woke up angry. Not hungover. Angry. The first thing I did was grab my phone. I checked the tracker. Nothing. I refreshed it. Still nothing. "What the f**k?" I tried again. Nothing. I sat up in bed. There was no way. Alice wouldn't know about the tracker. She couldn't. Unless… I grabbed my keys and rushed outside. I drove straight toward the location where the tracker had last shown her.

When I got there, I found nothing. I pulled over and checked my phone again.

The location hadn't moved. I got out of the car and started looking around. Then I saw something on the pavement. A small broken piece of plastic. I bent down and picked it up. My stomach dropped.

She had found it. "Fuck." Alice knew. She knew I'd been tracking her. I stared at the broken device in my hand. For the first time, something cold settled in my chest. She wasn't coming back. At least, not willingly. I got back into my car and slammed the door.

I called her. Straight to voicemail. Again. Nothing. I called again.

Nothing. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel.

"Pick up the damn phone!"

She didn't. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed back home.

Franky was waiting outside when I arrived. He looked at me.

"Where's Alice?"

"She left."

"What do you mean she left?"

"She f*****g left."

Franky stared at me. "Did you do something?"

I glared at him. "Watch your mouth."

He shook his head. "Randy, I'm serious. Alice isn't like the girls at the clubhouse. She doesn't just disappear."

"She'll come back."

"You sure?"

I didn't answer. Because for the first time… I wasn't.

Franky looked at me for another few seconds. "You know, maybe you should just leave her alone."

I stepped toward him. "What did you say?"

"You heard me."

He wasn't scared. That pissed me off even more. "She belongs with me."

Franky shook his head. No, Randy. She doesn't belong to anybody."

I stared at him. He turned around and walked away.,I watched him leave, my hands clenched into fists. Nobody was going to tell me what to do. Alice was mine. She always had been. And if she thought she could disappear and start a new life without me finding her… She was wrong. I just had to figure out where she went.

And I would. No matter how long it took.