Max did recover quickly. He rose to his feet and hurried from the trainer's office and straight to his car.

He didn't really know exactly where Y/N was, but he had his suspicions. It looked like she was being held in a basement of some sort.

Perhaps the hotel's basement? Only one way to find out.

He climbed into his car and started it, instantly peeling out of his parking space and tore for the hotel.

One thing was for sure, if Austin–he assumed Austin was the one watching her since he'd been absent from her office–had done anything to hurt her, he'd pay.

He floored the gas pedal and hoped he'd not be too late.