Jaxon
Part of me, a big part of me, couldn't f*****g believe that we were going to try to do this meeting with Marino, again. My shoulder still hurt like hell, and the boot made me look weak. f*****g fantastic. I needed to have the most important meeting of my life thus far, and I looked like the Hunchback of Notre Dame after he got in a bar fight, and lost. Just what I f*****g needed.
"Jaxon, it's gonna be okay," Sara told me, gently putting her hand on my knee as we drove. "I know you're nervous. I'm not exactly calm either, but we've got this. King and Queen of the Underworld, remember? And nobody messes with my king. Especially not Marino."
That made me smile. She didn't call him 'Antonio' this time. Thank Christ for that. And maybe I didn't look too pathetic if a woman as gorgeo
