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check showed she hasna used her credit cards, mobile, or accessed her bank in a month.”
    “The pub was destroyed a month ago. That means she’s been out there on her own this entire time.”
    “What has she been living off of?”
    “By how skinny she is, I’m betting she missed quite a few meals.” The longer Tristan thought of all Sammi had told him, the angrier he got. “I’d like to meet the assholes who blew up her pub and shot at her.”
    “Me as well. Want to help me look for them?” Banan asked with a cheeky grin.
    “I’d like nothing better. Then I’ll show them they should pick on someone their own size.”
    “And if it’s Ulrik?”
    “We’ll put him in his place once and for all.”

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
    Sammi’s eyes snapped open. For a minute she simply stared at the wall. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so rested. It wasn’t just her mind either. Her body was better as well. Her shoulder still ached, but it wasn’t the constant pain of before.
    She rolled onto her other side to see the clock read 5:03 a.m. in soft green light. Sammi jumped out of bed and shoved aside the curtains to see the sky already lightening.
    It would be dawn soon. She could easily slip out of the manor to her car and leave before anyone woke. It wasn’t exactly the nice thing to do, but she wasn’t trying to be nice.
    She was trying to keep her sister and those at Dreagan safe.
    Sammi jerked off the nightshirt as she strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower. A quick dig in her purse produced a clip that she used to secure her hair before she stepped into the spray of the hot water.
    Careful not to get her stitches too wet, Sammi hurriedly showered. She dried off just as quickly and only then wondered where her clothes were.
    She walked out of the bathroom and let out a sigh when she spotted her jeans and several shirts stacked neatly on a chair. Not wasting another minute, she dressed and ran her fingers through her hair.
    It didn’t really matter what she looked like while running for her life. Sammi stared at her reflection in the mirror and hated the person she had become.
    At least she had managed to keep the truth from spilling out and involving Jane and the others more than they already were.
    Her life hadn’t exactly been perfect, but she’d had the pub and a decent living. She might have been lonely and actually contemplating Internet dating, but it was a far cry from where she was now.
    How had she not known Daniel had been involved with such people? Was the idea of making money so appealing that anything that might have caught her attention had been pushed to the back of her mind?
    If only she’d seen who he really was. Maybe then she would have fired him instead of getting involved in such a fiasco.
    With Daniel’s lie of her being out of town when the Mob had paid a visit to her pub, they knew she was alive. So there was no rest for her. The Mob would continue searching, waiting for her to screw up somehow so they could find her.
    In all the time she had known Daniel, she’d never seen him so scared. He hadn’t been the wisest when it came to getting involved with the wrong people, but he had always managed to talk his way out of any situation.
    Until this last time.
    Sammi could still hear the leader’s voice in her head. And it gave her chills of dread every time.
    With a shake of her head, she turned away from the mirror and walked to the door. Slowly, she turned the knob without making a sound and inched it open.
    When she didn’t see anyone standing across from her door, she looked to the left and then the right. There wasn’t a soul in sight, just as she’d hoped.
    Getting out of the massive house, however, was going to be another matter entirely. Sammi kept to one side of the long corridor and half-ran, half-walked to the left, only to come to a wall.
    With no other choice, she turned and started back the other way. It didn’t take her long to find the stairs.