Page 66 of Chasing Sarah

I guess what they say about Italians’ have a temper is true because I have yet to see this man not losing his ever-loving mind.

Completely unbothered, Declan slowly waves his hand. “Let him pass.”

The bouncers follow his order and the man huffs, straightening his jacket before storming past them.

Rage covers every inch of his face.

Rhys stands, keeping his stance wide and ready to strike. Declan remains seated, relaxed despite the rising tension in the air.

“What the fuck were you thinking sending a man to my home, beaten to death,stronzo?!”

Adrenaline begins pumping through my veins. My eyes meet Paige’s shocked gaze for a split second before returning to the confrontation.

Declan stands in a smooth motion, standing to his full height.

“Antonio, how about we head up to my office, huh? Then we can sort out this littletantrumyou’re throwing.”

Antonio’snostrils flare like a bull at the jab Declan tosses his way.

Rhys turns to me. “We’ll be back in a little bit. Stay here.” He dips, pressing his lips against my forehead.

Don’t swoon. Don’t swoon. Don’t swoon.

But dammit, my heart flutters.

“Move,” Rhys growls the moment he steps behind Antonio. He shoves at his back, herding him to the doorway at the opposite end of the room.

The lust I had before returns with a vengeance from witnessingmafia Rhys. It was unbelievably sexy.

Maybe I should see somebody about finding dangerous men so hot… Nah.

I turn to Paige and watch her heart filled eyes trail after Declan.

Grinning, I bounce over to her. “That was fucking hot!”

She smiles, dipping her head. “I’ll admit that was pretty hot,” she snickers lightly.

We spend the next thirty minutes alternating between dancing, and people watching.

Paige stops mid dance and starts scanning the VIP dance floor. I follow her gaze when her head tilts and her brows furrow.

I don’t spot anything and eventually she shakes her head, blinking quickly as though her eyes were playing tricks on her.

My eyes bounce between her and the area she was surveying.

Still nothing.

She keeps silent and resumes swaying to the music.

My body buzzes from the alcohol and soon I find myself needing to pee like a racehorse.

“I need to pee, what to come with?” I tug at the bottom of my dress that repeatedly rises up my thighs.

She nods and sets her glass of whiskey on the table.

I loop my arm with hers and we stride to the stairs.

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