Page 125 of Chasing Sarah

The sound of the other men laughing comes through and I smile.

I haven’t seen Eddie, but watching his men fall brings me an amazing amount of unhinged satisfaction.

I make my way through the carnage of bodies and step inside the warehouse. The smoke is slowly dissipating but it’s still hard to see clearly.

“Puta!” A voice roars just before something hard slams into me.

I see stars for a split second when my head meets the concrete. I blink to clear my vision, then quickly rise to my feet. I try drawing another pistol, but it’s knocked out of my grasp. My cheek erupts in pain when a fist makes contact.

Gunfire and shouts echo off the walls.

I jerk my knee upward, hitting the fucker right in the ball sack and he roars in pain. The heel of my palm slams into his nose, the crunch is instant. He pulls away, holding his nose as blood gushes.

Using the small window of time, I’ve given myself, I pull my gun and fire a shot to his chest, and he falls with a thud.

“You good?” one of Declan’s men - Ryan - asks.

I nod, spitting blood onto the floor. My lip is split, and now I’m truly pissed.

Wasting no time, we continue plowing through. Bullets ricochet off piping, crashing into the walls, as well as the boxes spread throughout. The boxes split and send particles of different drugs into the air.

“Eddie!” I roar.

I search through the raging chaos when I finally spot him.

You know that scene inThe Lion Kingwhere Scar is trying to sneak away during all the fighting and Simba spots him?

Picture that.

Eddie takes off up the stairs to the second level of the warehouse. My chest rumbles with a growl as I chase after him.

I weave and dodge my way through the disarray. The years I trained with Dani have made me quick on my feet, and for that, I’m thankful.

When I reach the landing of the second floor, Eddie is nowhere in sight.

My grip on my pistol is relaxed. I keep my eyes sharp in case he tries to ambush me.

“Not gonna show your face, Eddie?” I call out.

I spin at the sound of a heavy door slamming. “Come on, big boy. Wasn’t it you who said I would forget all about Rhys when I’ve had you?”

My steps are light and the fighting on the first floor starts to fade the further into the second floor I go.

Another boom, and I spin. Taking a left at the end of the first open room, I walk down a dimly lit hallway.

“Eddie, come out, come out, wherever you are,” I sing, poking my head into the rooms with open doors.

Something crashes in the distance, and I dart toward it.

I burst through a closed door just as Eddie turns the corner. The thrill coursing inside me has a crazed laugh climbing up my throat.

“Why are you running?!” I shout, sounding like a damn psycho ex-girlfriend.

Coming to the end of the hall, I slow my steps. Boxes and forklifts are neatly organized throughout the open floor plan.

I peer behind the stacks and maneuver my way in between the columns. I nearly jump out of my skin when Eddie pops out from behind the box closest to me. I dart out of the way and slam into a stack. I grunt at the force. Whatever is inside is hard, making the box immovable, it’s like hitting a damn brick wall.

“I thought keeping you alive would benefit me in the long run. I’d get my dick wet, then you’d make me a pretty penny when I sold you to the Russians,” he seethes, wrapping his hands around my neck.

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