Marcus's POV
I burst through the heavy glass exit doors of the club into the cool night air, my eyes frantically scanning the crowded pavement.
She was gone.
"Sarah?!" I shouted, my voice swallowed up by the heavy bass sounding through the walls and the chatter of drunken clubbers.
My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. Panic flared in my chest. If anything happened to her in her state, I was completely finished. I took off in a full sprint, checking dark alleys, side streets, and dim corners, my eyes darting frantically in every direction.
"f*****g hell, Sarah!" I slammed my fist against a brick wall in frustration. "I'm f*****g doomed."
Just as despair began to settle in, a low, muffled sob echoed from behind a row of metal trash dumpsters in a narrow, dim alleyway.
I rushed to
