Page 128 of Chasing Sarah

Returning to my crouched position, I bring the lighter to his face. The flame reflects in his brown irises, and he whimpers when the heat is nearly pressed against his cheek.

I flick the light on and off, moving to different parts of his body. The nervous energy radiating off him is palpable.

With the knife still embedded in his side, his death is prolonged. I want to take my time with him. But at the same time, I want him to burn alive. I want to listen to his screams and revel in his pain.

Neither Declan nor Liam move as I continue to tease my prey.

“Pl-Please,” Eddie begs with wet whine, and I bristle in satisfaction.

“Ah, there is it,” I mock. He screams when I wrap my fingers around the knife’s handle. His choked sob follows when I press it further into his body. Blood seeps from around the hilt, pooling onto the floor.

Flicking the lighter back on, I bring the flame to his wound. The fabric of his shirt turns black, curling inward as it begins to burn.

Blood spurts from his mouth, his teeth are stained with crimson. His screams turn into a garbled mess and tears fall to his hairline.

Satisfied with the bubbling of his flesh, I flick off the lighter and pocket it.

“Can you guys do me a favor and move him downstairs?” I ask Declan and Liam. They move and lift Eddie by his arms and drag him to the lower level.

“What was it you said?” I tap my forefinger against my pursed lips. “Oh, that’s right.” I spin on the ball of my foot to Eddie, who is now positioned on all fours. His face is pale and sweaty, and his breaths are labored.

“You said, you’d watch me burn alive,” I tisk, shaking my head in disappointment. “Unfortunately, only one of us can watch the other burn alive, and by the looks of it, it’ll be me watching you,” I smile widely.

Quickly scanning the area littered with bodies, I find a case labeled flammable. I stride over and rip open the top. Inside are a few small containers of propane and gasoline.

With a shrug, I take one of each.

“What are you planning to do with the propane?” Liam asks, brow raised, and arms folded over his chest.

A wicked grin spreads over my face. “After watching fuckface burn, I’m going to watch this building explode.”

Undoing the cap of the gasoline, I pour it over Eddie. He sputters and coughs when the fuel slides down his face and into his mouth and nose.

I remove the lighter from my pocket.

“Please, no. I’m begging you,” Eddie’s voice weakens by the second.

“I know,” I reply with a shrug. I flick the lighter, meeting Eddie’s eyes. “But now I’m done playing. I’ll see you in Hell.”

The lighter falls, setting Eddie’s body aflame with a whoosh. He writhes in pain, and I take a step back to avoid being burned.

Eventually, his charred body stills.

A pang of sadness hits me square in the chest and tears prick my eyes. “I did it, guys,” I whisper to my brothers, hoping thatwherever they are, they can hear me and see that I’ve avenged them.

“Light it up,” Declan barks and the team spreads out.

A hand lands on my shoulder. My head whips to meet Liam’s gaze. It’s warm and comforting, which given the situation, is sorta odd.

“He’s awake.”

“He’s awake?! What the hell are we standing around for?! Let’s go!”

I’m running before he has a chance to reply.

Skidding to a stop at the closest SUV, I begin removing my weapons and throwing them into a bag. Declan and Liam saunter out of the warehouse and make their way toward me.

“I will leave your asses here if you don’t hurrythe fuckup,” I growl in annoyance, making them chuckle.

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