Page 93 of Chasing Sarah

“We as in me.” I play with his waistband. “Rhys.” I pull my hand away and step closer. “And the men you see watching us.” His eyes scan the audience that’s formed.

I ram my knee straight into his dick.

“Fuck!” he curses, cupping himself and falling to his knees.

Unsheathing the knife I had tucked into my waistband, I bring the sharpened tip to his throat. His head tips upward. The anger in his eyes fuels me. I smile wolfishly.

“And you? You get to sit here, icing your balls.”

“She’s fucking crazy,” one of the men out of my sight mutters. A proud smile spreads across my face at the sight of Sarah literally bringing Ryan to his knees.

“Yeah, she is.”

Ryan’s hackles raise but quickly fall when Sarah presses the knife into his skin. “Say something else. I. Dare. You.”

I’m as hard as granite. This fucking woman is amazing beyond words.

Ryan’s jaw flexes. Luckily for him, he remains silent.

“Good boy,” Sarah praises. Her voice oozes condescension. She returns the knife to its spot at her waist and spins around,giving Ryan her back. A clear message that she doesn’t see him as a threat.

“Get up,” I bark. His eyes meet mine, flaring for a second before he masks it with indifference.

“Sir.” He rises to his feet.

Fisting his shirt tightly, I tug him closer. “Breathe or look in her direction again, and I’ll cut off your balls, and have her wear them as earrings.”

His Adam’s apple bobs with a tight swallow. Then he nods. “Yessir.”

“Get the fuck out of my sight.” I shove him back, causing him to stumble. He straightens his shirt and walks away.

The surrounding men continue to stand and stare silently. What the fuck are you standing around for?!” I shout, holding my arms out in question. “Load up and let’s go!”

A few minutes later, we’re heading toward our first location.

* * *

“Okay, this is how it’s going to go.” I face the men, barely making out their faces in the dark. “Don’t kill anyone whose face is not in these photos.” I pass them around and they take in the targets, nodding.

“The goal is to go in swiftly and wipe out as many of these disgusting fucks as possible.”

After setting up the parameter and making sure any potential exits are guarded, I take inventory of my weapons.

Sarah stands to my left. “Ready for this?” I ask, holstering my pistol.

She nods. Her pupils are blown, making her irises damn near navy blue. “I’ve been ready for this since they took her.”

I smirk and capture her chin between my forefinger and thumb. “I’m right behind you.”

Sarah has put a lot of distance between us since Paige was taken. I’ve allowed it due to the circumstances. But I only have so much patience, and it’s wearing thin.

She tugs her face out of my grip and takes a step back. “Just stay out of my way and we’ll be fine.”

I open my mouth to reply but am interrupted.

“Everyone is in position, sir.”

I nod without moving my gaze away from Sarah’s. She watches me with an expression I can’t decipher.

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