His deadly obsession
But knowing Sarah, she wouldn't take no for an answer, especially not on my birthday.
Tucking my phone back in, I walked further down the street. I was turning twenty-one. Twenty-one years of nothing but pain, regrets, and a life filled with unending troubles. Debts to pay, a younger brother to feed, and a father to take care of.
Happy birthday to me then. Suddenly, a tap on my shoulder got me spinning around.
It was one of the men who had demanded I serve them. Had he been following me? "Have you been following me?" I asked, apprehension in my voice.