Free The Boys Club by Angie Martin Page B

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crush.”
    “He’s my first, second, and third crush.”
    Sara laughed. “He is a bit on the side of good-looking.”
    “Just roll down the damn window so I can look at the eye
candy while we have him captive.”
    Sara swatted Mary’s arm. “You’re so bad. Just don’t be
obvious, okay?”
    “I can’t guarantee anything.”
    Sara rolled down the window between them and the driver. She
kept her eyes focused on her hands in her lap. Out of the corner of her eye,
Mary molested the driver with her gaze.
    “Ma’am?” the driver asked, making eye contact with Sara in
the rearview mirror.
    Sara realized he thought she rolled down the window because
she needed something. “We’re fine,” she said. “Just wanted some fresh air.”
    Mary giggled at her words. “I need a little more of that
fresh air, please.”
    Sara pressed her lips together to stop even more laughter.
After a few minutes passed, she lifted her eyes to the rearview mirror to get
another look at him. Focused on the traffic in front of him, the driver didn’t
notice her scrutiny. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, but had small lines
jutting out from his ice blue eyes, which mesmerized her with the stories they
told. Hard and weary with lots of pain, and something else she couldn’t quite
grasp. Regret, maybe. She couldn’t explain why they drew her in, but it was the
first time she had looked into someone’s eyes and caught a glimpse of their
soul.
    His gaze rose to the mirror and he caught her staring. She
tore her eyes away and crimson filled her cheeks. She focused instead on the
view outside the tinted window and rested the side of her head against the glass.
    A loud crash came from behind the car, just after they flew
through an intersection. Sara jumped and looked out the slanted, rear window.
    “What was that?” Mary asked, also turned around.
    “Looks like an accident,” the driver replied.
    Though they were moving farther away, Sara recognized one of
the cars in the accident. “Oh, no! That’s my security detail.” She whipped
around in the seat. “Sir, I’m so sorry, but can we go back? I need to make sure
they are okay.”
    The driver nodded. “I’ll turn around up here.”
    “Thank you so much,” Sara said. “I just can’t leave them
there.”
    She turned back to look at the accident, but enough distance
had passed that she couldn’t see it. She bounced up and down in her seat,
anxiety flowing through her veins. The driver turned right into an alley and
slowed the speed of the car.
    “I hope they’re okay,” Mary said.
    “I hope so, too. It’s my fault those two guys were there.”
    “How do you figure?”
    “I got the other two fired, remember?”
    Mary touched her arm. “If it hadn’t been these two guys, it
would have been the other two. It’s not your fault.”
    “How much farther?” Sara asked the driver.
    “We’re here,” he replied. The car stopped.
    Every instinct in Sara’s body sounded an alarm. “What are
you doing?” she asked, looking at the driver in the rearview mirror. “Why did
we stop?”
    The blue eyes she had admired for most of the drive gave
away nothing. The silent stare of the driver raised her heart rate and level of
fear. Sara jumped as her door opened up at the same time as Mary’s. A man
reached in and grabbed her. She screamed, competing with Mary for volume.
    She turned her head back to the driver. “Help us!”
    The man slapped a hand down over her mouth and told her to
be quiet. The driver continued watching her without moving to save them.
    Something pierced her neck and her vision dimmed, not once
taking her eyes off the driver’s, pleading with him for help that never came.

Chapter Fourteen
    Guilt consumed Logan while he watched
Sara struggle with Jack. Her eyes begged him to help her, but he remained still
while the needle slipped into her neck and she faded away. He fought his
instinct to help her and reminded himself that it had to be done to save