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Chapter 14- Leo's POV

My breathing came out raggedly as I burst through the exit of the hotel, Cat's note crumpled in my shaking fist and the images of a room bare of her possessions branding the back of my mind. 

She can't be gone.

I had briefly explained to Enrique that I wouldn't be having dinner with him and the team. He only answered with a curt nod and the promise he'd look out for Cat if she came back. 

The taxi that Cat and I had arrived in still idled at the curb, the driver playing about on an app on his phone. He glanced up, smiling, as I slid into the front passenger seat.

"Where to?" he questioned casually. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I think you know fine well 'where to'," I said coldly. The driver blinked. 

"I'm sorry, she told me I wasn't to tell you her destination," he mumbled, pocketing his phone and wringing his hands in his lap. I desperately fought the urge not to strangle him. 

"Tell me," I growled. The driver shook his head, but a sly smile curled the corner of his mouth as he turned the keys in the ignition. 

"She told me not to tell you, she never told me not to show you. Or take you."

The taxi driver dropped me off outside a Motel. I threw him a quizzical look as he sat back in his seat, gesturing for me to get out. "This is where she is," he told me certainly. 

I walked to the reception feeling uneasy. A dark haired woman sat behind the desk, talking heatedly down the phone in her Mexican-Spanish. Upon seeing me, she hung up on whoever she'd been talking to and plastered a warm smile on her aged features.

"How may I help you?" she asked. I glanced about the room briefly, unsure of how to craft my reply.

"I'm looking for a girl that came here, not to long ago tonight. She goes by the name of Cat, Catalina Sanchez. Tall, blonde, blue eyed, beautiful. Can you tell me which room she's in?"

The woman's eyes travelled slowly up and down my body, a hint of recognition sparking in their green hues. "Who are you in relation to her?"

I paused. "Her boyfriend."

"She's in room 10, specifically requested-" the woman gestured out the reception window to the row of rooms on the ground floor "-do you want a key?"

I shook my head, thanking the woman for her assistance, and left. 

I could hear the soft noise of a television from inside the room as I approached, followed by two voices. One of which was low, masculine and intimidating- the other most definitely Cat's. She sounded distressed. My heart rate increased to that of a galloping horse.

"Cat?"

Silence followed my sharp knock, and then I heard her. "Leo? Is that you?"

There was the sound of someone approaching and suddenly a squeal. Fear crept over me. I kicked the door. The TV noises stopped. There was deep laughter. 

"Cat?!" 

"Leo!"

Her scream was muffled. There was a loud thud and a cry of pain, the sound of something ripping.

"Stay the fuck down you bitch!"

I kicked at the door again. And again. I was surprised the receptionist hadn't come out yet, then again she was probably too busy ranting to the person she'd been onto earlier to notice. Residents in the upstairs and neighbouring rooms were peering down at the scene from the balcony above, shouting at me in their languages. Few were Spanish. I ignored them.