Jaxson sat in his car with his right hand clasping his mouth like he was trying to stop himself from screaming. His fingers pressed into his jaws for a second before he realized what he was doing and dropped his hand. He gripped the steering wheel instead. Hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
Anger bubbled in his veins like lava in a volcano, ready to erupt and decimate everything in its path. Jaxson actually hoped it was possible for the anger in him to wipe out what he was seeing in front of him.
He watched as the firefighters fought to control the flames that engulfed his warehouse. Water sprayed out of the firehose at high pressure as the men in turnout gear directed it to the windows and roof. But he knew there would be nothing left to save. Just like he knew the fire hadn’t been
