Chapter Twenty-Six. Jaxon.
I don’t think I was quite so relieved when Elliot returned home after his day at work and spoke with Sarah-Sofia. I had not messaged her at all today, because, if my brother could not come to terms with what had happened last night, and wanted to let her go, then the date would never have gone ahead. We are in this together, or not at all. Was I freaked out by watching Sarah-Sofia stab a man through the hand? Not really, after all, who the hell tries to steal food off a plate, plus pig face was spoiling for a fight, and deliberately trying to push her buttons, that much was as clear as a sunny day. However, to then hear a gunshot and glance into the dining room and find her covered in blood, the pig face, dead at her feet, and the pig’s father with a bullet woun
