Page 137 of Chasing Sarah

“Now, tell us what we want to know.”

I snort. “You gotta ask a question to get an answer.”

SMACK!

“I don’t appreciate the sarcasm. Now, where is the next shipment from Ireland?”

I swipe my tongue along my split lip and smirk.

“You think this is funny, huh, pal?” Mr. Lanky fists my wet Henley. When he tries to jerk me upward, the dipshit falls forward.

I don’t hold back the laugh that bursts from my mouth as he stumbles to regain his footing.

“You’re new to this, aren’t you?” I ask.

They glance at each other then back at me. Lanky pulls a gun from the back of his waistband and aims at the center of my forehead.

My eyes darken and I smile when I see the first tremble in his grip.

“Ever killed someone?”

No reply.

“I’ve killed a lot of people.” I lean back, relaxing against the chair. “Can’t even give you a guess to the number of times I’ve seen the inside of someone else’s body.”

Thanosbegins turning green.

I open my mouth to say something else but halt when I hear the steady tap of boots meeting concrete.

I know that walk.

“Hi, baby,” Sarah purrs, stepping into the room. My cock immediately thickens as I take in her tight leather pants that emphasize her toned legs. She’s wearing a black tank-top, sans the bra, and her tits are fucking delicious.

“Who the fuck are you?”

I bare my teeth at the tone of Lanky’s voice.

“Me? Oh, I’m that one’s wife.” She points at me with a seductive smile.

The pair shift uncomfortable the closer she gets. She’s completely unafraid and it’s phenomenal to watch how it throws them off.

She stands behind me and slides a palm down my chest. I groan when she reaches down and cups my bulge.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she hums, nipping at my ear lobe.

Her eyes lift to Lanky andThanoswho swallow tightly, watching her with wide, cautious eyes.

Giving my cock a gentle squeeze, she rises and saunters around the chair. The men take a step back, Lanky aims the gun at Sarah who tuts in disapproval.

“How about you put that down before you hurt someone?”

The closer she gets, the more nervous they become. “How about y-you get out of here, s-sweetheart?”

Sarah turns ridged.

“You’ve done it now,” I remark, shrugging my shoulders and shaking my head slowly.

Their eyes pivot between me, Sarah, and each other.

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