Page 342 of Master of My Life

He stood. Ethan had slumped in the easy chair nearby while Lance stretched out on the other

couch.

“Ethan. Lance.”

They looked up.

“Let’s go get Sabrina.”

Chase looked up at the red brick mansion as he stood on the sidewalk in front of it. Nice house for an

evil bastard.

“You still think we should walk up and knock on the door?” Ethan asked, eying the house.

“Wouldn’t it be better to breach at night?”

Chase shook his head. “I want to see the bastard’s face when Sabrina comes back to me.” He

clenched his jaw and studied the house again. Was she looking out the window at him, wishing he’d

bust down the door and rescue her like she’d dreamed when she was a captive back in Arizona?

“C’mon.”

Chase carefully made his way over the icy sidewalk and up the stairs to the front door. Ethan and

Lance stood on either side of him, a step behind, as he pounded on the door.

No one answered and he pounded again.

No answer.

“Maybe—”

The door opened. Neil stood there.

Alive.

Chase stared. How the hell was Neil standing there in front of him? How the fuck was he still

alive? He was supposed to be dead. A circular scar in the center of his forehead confirmed Chase had

shot him there.

How the fuck was he standing in the doorway of Damian’s house?

Neil grinned. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the golden Son of Boston who tried to kill me. What

brings you to DC?”

Chase grabbed Neil’s collar and shoved him back into the house, slamming him up against the

wall. “Where’s Sabrina?” he growled from behind clenched teeth.

Neil shrugged his shoulders. “Not here.”

Anger flashed through his body and he slammed Neil against the wall again. “What do you mean

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