The Basement

Lucas

It was the third night I had to spend at the station, trying to understand what little Italian I knew as I helped the cops find the mastermind that had turned my entire world into a whirlwind. The third night I spent doing anything else but taking care of her.

Not like she'd let me. Not like she'd speak to me. Not like she'd look at me.

In a way, pouring my efforts into finding Sarah was my way of distracting myself from the bitter truth that I failed her. That I failed them both. Chris may never forgive me for this, and while that hurt like hell, the pain of knowing I could never forgive myself was on a whole different level.

My chest squeezed at a fresh memory of Chris under that bastard with his disgusting hands around her, taking her breath. No level of restraint could have prevented me from tearing him apart limb by fucking limb. To give him a lesson not only on how to treat a woman but more importantly, to make sure his eyes never did so much as look at mine in any way,