Page 42 of Chasing Sarah

“Thank you.”

The waitress steps up to our table and we place our orders. I order myself a red wine. Needing some liquid courage before I can even think of bringing up a conversation with Rhys about whatever this is between us.

“I’ll have the same,” Rhys says with a friendly smile.

A dark feeling runs through my veins at the blush and flirty grin the waitress gives him. I clench my teeth to rein in the snarl threatening to escape.

I close my eyes and let out a deep breath.

You can’t be feeling these things, Sarah, I tell myself.

A loud crash echoes in the room and glass shatters. The four of us swing our eyes to the man Declan and Rhys were speaking to in the club. His face is twisted in rage as he stalks toward our table with tightly clenched fists.

In a flash, Rhys and Declan are out of their seats, blocking us from view. I shoot awhat the helllook at a tense Paige.

Rhys’ jacket shifts slightly, but he keeps his hand relaxed at his side.

He has a gun.

Adrenaline rises as my heart rate increases. Paige and I have been interacting with these men,sleptwith these men, and we know absolutely nothing about them.

We’ve been following our feelings instead of logic. It’s stupid. Reckless.

Exhilarating.

My brothers would murder me themselves if they knew who I brought into my life.

“You cock-sucking motherfucker!” the man shouts, raising a fist at Declan.

He doesn’t get the chance to land the punch before Rhys has his arms twisted behind his back and his face slammed against the table across from us.

The restaurant falls silent, everyone watching the entire encounter with wide eyes.

It isn’t until they move that I realize the man has two guards with him. Rhys levels them with a murderous glare when they attempt to help who I’m assuming is their boss.

“To what do I owe this unwanted visit, Antonio?” Declan drawls.

My brain works in hyperdrive as I assess the entire situation.

Mafia.

I freeze and sit up straight when the light bulb sparks to life.

These men have to be involved in the mafia somehow. It’s the only thing that makes sense. The expensive clothes. The money. The dangerous energy that surrounds them. The guns. Even Rhys’ comment about beingthe musclebegins to make sense.

God dammit, Sarah. Of all the men in the world, you had to find one that runs with the mafia.

Why does that make him even sexier?

As quickly as he arrived, the man storms out of the restaurant. Rhys and Declan turn to face me and Paige.

“That was badass!” I exclaim, bringing focus to how Rhys handled Antonio with such precision. Rhys chuckles when I reach out and pull him into his seat. “I need you to teach me that move.”

“I’ll teach you anything you want,mo réalta.”

Opening the crate, I assess each weapon inside. It’s filled with handguns, hand grenades, and semi-automatic rifles. I inspect the scopes and the ammunition.

“Prepare these to be shipped to Arizona,” I order one of our men. He nods, closing the crate.

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