Page 117 of Chasing Sarah

“What?” I hiss.

My signal? Why mine?

“You’re the only one with possible eyes on the girls.”

Shit. I didn’t think of that.

“L-let me think,” I stutter, internally cursing at myself for showing my nerves.

I pat my thigh. Making sure my pistol is still secure.

The sound of footsteps behind me causes my heart to plummet.

Shitshitshit.

I look around, trying to find a place to hide.

You’re in a fucking hallway. Where are you going to go!?

“Someone is coming,” I frantically whisper.

“I’m almost there.”

The footsteps draw closer. Leaving me no choice but to step out into the open.

All four men immediately face me with their weapons raised.

I hold up my arms.

Pretend you’re drunk!

I let out a high-pitched chuckle. “I’m so sorry! I got lost trying to find my way back.” I start to sway my body.

The guards glance at each other then back at me. “Pinche gringa esta borracha.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Rhys growls in my ear.

I don’t reply.

“Can one of you please show me the way back?” I bat my eyes and push my hair from my shoulder.

They lower their weapons, clearly not seeing me as anything but a drunk bimbo.

They’re built like fucking boulders. One has a buzzcut with a massive tattoo on his head. The others have hair, but I can see the tattoos sprawled on their necks and hands.

There isn’t anything I can use to identify what gang or cartel they’re associated with.

“Ven conmigo mamí,” Theone with the buzzcut purrs, cupping my elbow.

A loud shot explodes, followed by Mr. Buzzcut crumbling to the ground.

My head cuts to the hallway where Rhys stands like every woman’s depraved wet dream. His pistol is aimed in front of him. Rage burns in his eyes.

Everything erupts when the other three guards finally come out of their shocked state.

Rhys unholsters the other pistol behind his back. I take mine from my thigh.

“NOW!” I scream.

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