Jaxon
Sh*t. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t! I pounded my fists on the brick wall in the alley, not caring how bad it hurt. I felt my heart shred to pieces as I watched that asshole Ben's car–the car that he'd just dagged Sara into–fly away into the night.
There were so many mistakes I had made in the last twenty-four hours that were now trying to f*ck me over. I kicked the wall a few times out of frustration and leaned against it, whipping out my phone to call Trevon, my assistant for my less than legal work. I needed help with this one, and I needed it now. It would take too much time to find him all by myself, so I activated my f*cking army, so to speak.
As much as I would love to hunt that man down myself like the rat b*st*rd he was, I needed a bit more… finesse if I was going to make sure he was
