Page 61 of Chasing Sarah

Satisfied with my makeshift body, I silently walk to my window and lift the latch.

I wince when it squeaks about halfway open. When there isn’t any movement in the house, I continue to slowly lift the panel until it’s open wide.

The night air is warm for this time of year, but I still opt to take a sweater with me. I wrap it around my waist and begin climbing out.

The descent from the roof is easy. It’s getting across the lawn without Colson spotting me from his window that’s the real challenge.

My palms are sweaty, and my breath comes out ragged. I swear I stop every five seconds to make sure I’m in the clear.

It feels like an eternity before I make it far enough to breathe without the fear of being caught.

With a final glance at the house, I walk down the street and toward my bad decision of the night.

* * *

“Yo, isn’t she Tommy’s kid-sister?” the lanky fuckwad asks, as if I’m not standing right here.

“Worry about yourself Devin,” Damien growls.

“Tommy is going to beat your ass when he finds out about this.”

“He’s not going to find out shit as long as you keep your trap shut,” I snap.

Devin glares at me. “Listen, little girl, you’re a sure ticket to a trip to the hospital and I don’t want any beef with your brothers.”

Damien steps between us.

“Enough. Sarah, if this is going to be a problem, you can leave.”

I gape at him. “Me?! I’m not the one being a baby about my brothers finding out.”

Damien turns to face me fully and tips his head to the side. “Why do you want to do this anyway?”

Squaring my shoulders, I hold my head high. “I have my reasons. Now, are we going to do this, or what?”

Damien sighs and rubs a hand along the back of his neck.

“You can’t be seriously considering this?”

Damien holds up a hand to stop Devin’s ranting. “Give me a sec, okay?”

Devin throws his arms in the air and an annoyed scoff falls from his lips before he storms toward Damien’s truck.

“I can do this.” My voice remains strong, and I keep my eyes trained on his.

Wordlessly, he studies me. His lips are pursed, eyes slightly narrowed.

After a tense moment, he nods.

“Don’t fuck this up,” he warns, then strides toward the parking lot.

I blow out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and my shoulders relax.

Congratulations Sarah. You’re about to become a drug dealer.

Liam and I stand in the cellar, staring at the unconscious man hanging from the ceiling by his wrists.

Another warehouse was attacked and ransacked, but unfortunately for this guy, we were able to catch him. Declan is on his way to finish him off. His anger was tenfold since the hit was while he was away with Paige.

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