Coming to a screeching stop in a space at the hotel's parking garage, Max jumped out of his rental. Quickly grabbing a tire iron out of the back of the car, he then hurried for the elevator to go to the basement.

Within seconds he was in the dimly-lit basement and heard the thrum of the industrial sized washing machines doing the hotel's laundry.

"Y/N?!" He called out. "Y/N, BABY! WHERE ARE YOU?"

No answer.

He figured Y/N couldn't hear him over all the machinery. He walked along till he spotted Austin leaning against a washing machine. Next to him, cuffed to a chair, was Y/N.

Max saw red.

He lunged forward and rammed the tire iron into Austin's ribs. The man didn't stand a chance as he went down. Max went to town on his back with the tool. Three hits later, Austin was not getting to his feet any time soon.

Max turned to Y/N then, eager to get her out of this horrible place…