Love Rents A Room

Chapter 135: A Way Forward

Chapter 135: A Way ForwardLiam knew, after what happened in the security room, that trusting the cops would be a mistake. The system was compromised, corrupted. If they wanted justice for Joanne, they had to take matters into their own hands.

So, he made the calls.

To the truckers in and around town, the ones who knew the roads better than anyone else. The ones who could block them.

It was illegal, but if the cops weren’t going to stop Tom, they would.

Tom cannot leave this town tonight.

The weight of the night pressed on his shoulders as he drove home, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other clasped tightly around Fiona’s. He hated the idea of leaving her alone. If Tom was desperate enough to hurt Joanne, he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt Fiona either if it meant securing his escape. The thought gnawed at Liam, tearing him in two.

Should he go after his brother? Or should he stay to protect his wife?

Fiona’s voice broke through his storming thoughts. "Did you hear anything about Joanne?"

Liam exhaled sharply. The cops were everywhere, yet no one knew who was on whose side. Chaos ran rampant. He didn’t know what to trust, who to believe. But Joanne—she was a fighter. She wouldn’t be taken down by a pathetic coward like Tom.

He hoped.

"Not yet," he admitted, his jaw tightening. "Jeffrey’s not answering."

Fiona hesitated before asking, "Do you think he told his grandfather about what happened?"

Liam let out a breath. "I hope so. Even though Joanne wouldn’t like it."

"She’d worry about Philip’s health," Fiona murmured.

"Exactly."

She went quiet for a moment before adding, "Jonathan Meyer is helping. But do you think he can stand against Congressman Campbell?"

Liam scoffed. "I don’t trust him to see this through. Meyer has his company to worry about. Going up against a politician? That could wreck his stock prices. Besides—" he glanced at Fiona "—why would he risk everything for Joanne? He’s not her family."

Jonathan had dated Joanne, sure. But in the end, he walked away. He had no obligation to protect her. Unlike the Winchesters.

Fiona hummed softly, lost in thought. Liam could tell she wanted them all—Winchesters, Meyers, everyone—to stand by Joanne’s side. But life wasn’t that simple.

After a long silence, Liam asked, "Do you want me to drop you at your parents’ house? You should pack your things and—"

"I’m going with you," Fiona cut in firmly.

Liam sighed. He knew it was dangerous for her to be moving around, especially with all this stress. But arguing with Fiona? That was a battle he’d never win.

Instead, he sent out one last message to the truckers. Find Tom. Don’t let him slip through.

Because tonight, Liam wanted to end his brother. Until they found him, he decided to stay with his wife. She was his priority.

Fiona glanced at him, her eyes

His pride was different. He didn’t want to hide behind the Winchester name, didn’t want to glide through life with borrowed power. He wanted to stand on his own. Build something that was his.

But was now really the time to prove that?

Would it help her? Or would it cost her even more?

His grip tightened around the phone as doubts gnawed at him.

Then, his mind flashed to her smile. The way she had looked at him that morning, pure trust shining in her eyes.

She believed in him.

I can do this.

His eyes flicked back to his phone. He scrolled through his contacts—past his grandfather, past everyone else—until he landed on a name.

His lips curled into a slow smirk.

He had a plan.