Page 92 of Chasing Sarah

When he pulls away, I fist his shirt. “You bring her back.” He stares, seeing the fury that threatens to explode from within me.

I don’t care who I need to destroy on my way there. I will have vengeance. I will make anyone involved pay for hurting my family.

I couldn’t do it for my brothers, but I’ll be damned if I don’t it for Paige.

With a final promise in his emerald eyes, he walks away and climbs into the SUV with Declan. I haul my duffle from the trunk of my car and head inside the mansion.

* * *

A few weeks later.

I refuse to move my stare from Paige’s sleeping form. I can’t believe she’s here – alive. When Rhys sent a message that they found her and were bringing her home, my knees hit the ground with enough force, I felt the shock shoot up my spine.

Declan’s sister, Emily, was also there. The news shook the very foundation of this mansion. Liam, who works for Declan, has been attached to her hip since she’s returned. I learned through Rhys that the pair have a history. Makes sense with the way they act toward each other.

All angst and hesitant love.

Even now, as she whimpers and tosses and turns in her sleep, haunted by the acts of violence she’s endured. Paige is still the strongest person I know.

I’ve stayed by her side since she’s been rescued. I rarely leave, not unless she tells me to. She’s been home for a few weeks now, after spending a month in the hospital and psych ward. I’ve been playing my role of the excited, impulsive friend as best as I can. Hoping I can bring some type of normalcy to Paige to help her healing.

Unfortunately, the inferno burning my insides is struggling to remain contained.

Declan has nearly wiped out the Russians in the States.

But it’s not enough.

Nothing will be enough until every single person I can get my hands on is begging for their lives at my feet. Pleading for mercy they will never receive.

What happened to my brothers was a freak accident. There was, and still is, nothing I can do about that reality. And it guts me.

For Paige, though? I can do something. I can make a difference.

Rhys has been on the hunt for the few buyers who managed to escape when Paige and Emily were rescued.

His protests about me being involved went in one ear and out the other. The only time I will not be involved in this search is if I’m fucking dead.

“Ready?”

I double check the holster strapped to my thigh is securely in place. I swear the energy surrounding the pistol vibrates with excitement.

Or maybe that’s just me.

Either way. I’m more than ready.

Since seeing Paige kill the men who were directly responsible for her suffering, I’ve been ravenous for blood. And I’m finally going to get it.

Wordlessly, I stride past Rhys and head to the group of SUVs outside.

The men watch with a variety of expressions that range of confusion or condescending amusement.

“Are we doing this, or what?” I snap, ripping open the back passenger door. They glance at each other then back at me.

“What do you meanwe,sweetheart?” One of them chuckles.

I smirk, slam the door, and saunter over. In my periphery, Rhys stands with his arms crossed over his chest, watching what is going down.

I flutter my eyes innocently when I stand toe-to-toe with the man who decided to open his mouth. His brown eyes darken with I slide my finger down his chest. I go lower, the muscles of his abdomen flex.

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