Chapter Twenty-Six
Sawyer
We follow Damon’s league and rush on Sarah. He managed to knock the gun out of her arms. She doesn’t back down and I can’t help but notice how her body moves when she throws each punch. I run up to help Damon, but he says exactly what she doesn’t expect and she falters.
“Sarah, it’s me,” he manages to grab ahold of her and she looks into the eye holes of his mask. It's dark in her house but the moon shines on her face. I watch as her eyes flutter and then she snaps back to reality, but it’s too late. Damon head butts her and knocks her out.
“Well that went smooth,” Matteo taunts.
“Shut up and help me get her into a chair,” Damon growls. We all come into the dining room and pull out a chair from the table. Ryker grabs the zip ties from the duffel bag and tosses them to me. I tie her wrists to the chair and get déjà vu from when we taped Clara to the chair.
“Are we sure this is going to hold her? Clara got out of her restraints. I know that was duct tape, but what if Sarah gets out of these?” I hold up the bundle of zip ties .
“That’s why we stay near her. She can’t outrun all of us,” Damon says as he grabs a chair and places it in front of her. Matteo walks around the table and brushes her hair out of her face. She has a cut on her forehead and he wipes it with his thumb.
“She’s going to be pissed when she wakes up,” he says. Ryker looks out the window to see if anyone is coming. There aren’t that many neighbors, but a shotgun can be loud as hell. We don’t need any visitors.
“Here,” I toss the keys to Ryker. “Go move our car into her garage. We shouldn’t leave it on the side of the road.” Ryker obeys and leaves. I sit across the table and look through my phone. I don’t understand how she knew we were coming. There is no sign of her knowing I hacked into her system. Unless she heard us coming through the yard.
Sarah groans and her eyes flutter open. As soon as her eyes land on Damon she starts squirming in her chair. Her lip snarls when she realizes she is tied up. This isn’t how I wanted our first impression to go, but our chances of a smooth interaction were low to begin with.
“There she is,” Matteo says from the kitchen doorway. He leans against the wall with his tattooed arms crossed over his chest.
“What the fuck do you want?” she spats.
“Our girl has a mouth on her,” Matteo says. Damon sits there observing her. Ryker walks through the door and her head whips in his direction. She assesses all of us and then looks past Matteo. Clara did the same thing and then the guys set off another alarm .
“Where’s my computer?” I ask Ryker. He hands me the computer and I open it to make sure her systems are still down.
“Sarah,” Damon says quietly. She turns toward him with a venomous look.
“Stop calling me that. My name is Brynne,” she yells. She wiggles in her seat again. Damon grabs the top of his mask and pulls it off. I guess if we are keeping her then hiding our identity doesn’t matter. Her eyes narrow and she looks like she is about to rip Damon apart. “You’re all dead.”
Matteo laughs and Damon smiles at her. I can’t help the chill that runs down my spine. For some reason, I believe her. Brynne Thornton has secrets that we haven’t found out yet. Someone with secrets is a force to be reckoned with.
“We just want to talk,” Ryker says. She tilts her head like she is pondering and then I watch as it clicks.
“Ryker?” She says. He takes his mask off and Matteo and I follow. “What is this?” She softens her tone toward him. A pang of jealousy runs through me at the fact that Ryker has gotten to talk with her first.
“We're here to keep you safe,” he exclaims. She laughs and Ryker is taken by surprise.
“You,” she looks at us one by one. “All are here to keep me safe? I don’t need anyone to keep me safe. I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself,” she narrows her eyes and gives us a nasty look.
“Are you sure about that? From this side, it looks like you didn’t do a good job at keeping yourself safe,” Damon taunts. She doesn’t say a word and looks past Matteo again. That’s when I notice the clock and the time. It’s only eleven but she seems to be waiting for something .
“So what’s your guy's plan? To keep me tied to this chair to keep me safe?” she says the latter in a condescending tone. I smirk at the attitude she is giving Damon. She’s a sassy little thing.
“Of course not. If you behave, I'll untie you and we can talk like adults,” Damon explains.
“Behave? I’m not some dog,” she answers. “What if I don’t behave? Hmm? What will you do then?” she says in a seductive voice. I sit back and watch her interact with Damon. I wonder if she recognizes him. If she does then why is she giving him such a hard time?
“I guess we would have to teach you how to behave,
Brynne,” Damon says her name in a low tone. My cock
twitches in my pants at the image of us showing her how to behave like our good little girl.
“I’d like to see you try,” she taunts.
M atteo steps forward. “Sounds like a challenge to me.” She looks at the clock again and only fifteen minutes have passed. What is she expecting?
“Why do you keep looking at the clock? Expecting company?” I ask.
“Just expecting you. I’m guessing you're the idiots who tried to rough up Clara,” she smiles.
“So Clara is your friend?” I ask.
“What if she is?’
“Then that means you would be my Sarah,” Damon answers. The way he says my Sarah shows his vulnerability when it comes to her and he never lets that happen.
“For the last time, Sarah is dead. My name is Brynne,” she bares her teeth and looks like she could rip us apart if she was free. “What do you want with Sarah anyway?” she asks curiously.
“You truly don’t remember me do you?” Damon asks genuinely. He hides his hurt, but I can see right through him. He may be rough on the outside, but he is a softy through and through. If he ever found out I thought that then he would kick my ass, but Damon is a good guy. We all are.