Page 194 of Master of My Life

Chase clenched his jaw and stared at the man who casually took a deep inhale of his cigar and

admired it as he exhaled white smoke. Had he participated in any of Sabrina’s torture? Had he helped

that rat-bastard Ramon hurt his precious wife? His hands tightened on the binoculars.

It was a good thing he didn’t have a rifle with him.

A cool hand lay on top of his. “Chase.”

He turned his furious expression on to Sydney. “Is this why you wanted me to come along?” Her

eyes widened but Chase saw the shadow of deception. “Fuck, Sydney. What do you know?”

She lifted her chin. “I thought you might appreciate some revenge.”

What the hell? How did she know? What does she know? “Who did you get this job from?”

“I told you—”

“A senator’s aide? Really?”

“Yes. It really is his daughter who’s been kidnapped. But Damian—”

His eyes narrowed. “What about Damian?”

“He told me about the relationship between Castel and your wife.”

“So, he really did . . . Wait, how the fuck did Damian know?”

“I guess Sabrina told him on one of their dates.”

Chase stood and walked away into the brush. Did Damian know more about Sabrina than he did?

Her husband?

“Chase!”

He shook his head and walked further into the brush. If they weren’t doing the job tonight, he’d go

back to the hotel and have a few drinks. He didn’t know what to think, what to do. He stopped and

stared into the dead foliage that surrounded him, running his hands through his hair. What the hell was

he supposed to do now?

“Chase?”

He spun around and glared at Sydney. He stabbed a finger at her and spoke from behind clenched

teeth. “I will help you on this job, but if you ever call me again for help, you sure as hell better be

completely honest with me up front. Do you understand?”

Her eyes were wide, this time with genuine fright. “Yes, Chase.”

“Do I need to know anything else?”

She shook her head.

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