CHAPTER 14

Stretched stiff against the wood, Jared listened to the silent tears of Mary Sanders, he cursed himself, it seems to be a dirty habit of his to make women cry. His mother was still crying to date because of his decision to live in the jungle

The wilderness was where the likes of him belonged, no woman could love him, not when he was the beast, the killing machine that everyone is afraid of.

The least woman that could ever love him was Mary, but he could not let her go, she was needed to make her father confess his crimes and his fellow cohorts in the military.

She was only going to be a pawn in his game. He had been staying at the Stone home for days without anyone knowing, he had come around to gather information about the main source of the growing miscreants but it had been a dead-end from the outside, he needed to get in, the span of the crime base was wider than he thought, it extended beyond Western Creek

Watching her bent head and the remains of he