Jaxon
I paced back and forth anxiously. How could everything have gone so terribly wrong? My feelings about Antonio remained mixed but, of course, I never wished death upon him–mostly because I still needed him.
I felt anxious about attacking the Frankie brothers without him, but it wasn't like I had any other options. I felt like I was losing my mind, pacing and trying to process through all the wandering thoughts. It felt like complicated webbing that stung with an electric shock whenever certain thoughts hit part of the web in my mind.
I rolled my eyes at the annoyance and moved to my desk to grab the bottle of ibuprofen that I kept tucked in there. I probably didn't need to be taking more or taking it with my bourbon, but I wasn't really focused on those concerns. I forced myself
