Jaxon
I sat in my destroyed office, brooding in the dark as I thought about Sara. I had broken basically everything in the office besides the desk and chairs. I'd been having bursts of anger ever since Marino had taken Sara. I hadn't bothered to replace the furniture since I was only going to break it again.
I spent most of my days alone in this house, in between meetings on plans of action. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't help but think of all the awful things that Marino could be subjecting her to. He'd had her as his prisoner for so long, I could only hope she was still alive.
I never lingered on that particular worry because I didn't want to believe that she was dead. She'd be no good to him dead, so I felt fairly confident in my assessment that she was still alive.
