Jaxon"What do you mean by that?" I growled. Inside I already knew. Inside my heart was racing, and my nerves were on overdrive. I could feel the panic waiting anxiously for permission to take over. Daren was silent and still chuckling to himself. I kicked his side again. What was wrong with this sick f*ck? How had he become so evil in just the few short years that I had cut him out of my life? When he was silent, I kicked him again. Surly Sara wouldn't mind if I left him a little bruised, right? "Answer me!" Daren started laughing again–more manically now–and pulled himself to his knees. He looked like a haunted shell of a man. He was so thin I could almost see his bones. I was certain if he lifted up his shirt I would be able to easily make out the lines of his rib cage. His skin looked a little purplish in spots, yellow in others, probably from poor nutrition. I wondered what he'd really fed himself with besides beer and cheap whiskey. I had no doubt it was considerabl
SaraI pulled on my jean shorts before leaving my room and heading downstairs. I wasn't sure who else was here, but certainly, not everyone in this house needed to see my underwear. But it was too hot outside to consider wearing anything else. I took the steps a bit too quickly and was surprised I didn't fall down. I laughed quietly to myself as I made my way into the kitchen. For the first time in a long time, I just felt happy. I knew things were still a mess. My dad was still a terrible person… but Jaxon was handling that. I knew I still needed to figure things out with Jaxon but I had hope, I felt happy and positive, and I wanted to do it now. I was surprised to see the house was mostly empty. I could hear a vacuum going somewhere upstairs and two of the cooks were still in the kitchen, but most of the men who were usually standing around keeping watch–or rather, keeping watch over me–were nowhere to be found. I felt a little of my normal nervous energy come back as I wonde
SaraThe man was a good foot taller than I was, but I was pretty certain I could still do some damage. He glanced back at one of his men with a sickly laugh, and at that moment, I lifted my right knee up as hard as I could. I hit him between the legs hard enough to hurt my leg and I heard something sort of pop. His eye bulged out of his face at the same time I heard the popping sound, and I thought for a minute they might fall right out. The man caved in on himself while his face turned a deep red and then almost purple. He fell to his knees. While the other men were trying to figure out what had happened, I darted between them and headed back downstairs. I ran toward Jaxon's office. I wasn't sure how long I could hide in there, but at least I knew that door had a very secure lock. I could feel my heart thumping hard in my chest, and I forced myself to stay focused and keep going. What the f*ck was even happening? I tried to think about what Jaxon could be doing with my dad tha
JaxonI could hear my men in their car racing behind me, behind them was the sound of sirens that I had been expecting. F*cking fantastic. It sounded like at least four. If I hadn't been so focused on keeping the car straight I would have called Walt Price, the police chief, right then. I needed to keep focused. The last thing I needed was to let myself be distracted and lose time that Sara might not have. I zoomed down the road and it seemed to be stretching out forever. I felt like the faster I drove the longer the road seemed to become. The sirens were getting closer now. I glanced in the rearview mirror; there were at least four cop cars barking into their microphones, trying to get us to pull over. That wasn't likely. They'd have to completely incapacitate me if they wanted to keep me from reaching Sara. They were trying to get around my men's car, but my guys were constantly swerving in the way–keeping me in the clear. I felt a bit of gratitude, but my mind was still c
JaxonI could see Sara was still breathing, and I let some of my panic dissipate. I would make her safe again. The two men still standing were coming toward me now. At least they had the decency to look afraid, rather than their friends below, who only looked amused at my anger. I moved quicker than them and shoved my right foot into the first man's chest. I heard several significant snaps as he fell to the ground. The other one was charging me now, so I punched him hard in the jaw. He stumbled backward. I kicked him in the kneecap and snapped it back in the wrong direction. He screamed wildly and fell backward onto the ground. I moved over him and pressed my foot against his neck while he struggled to breathe. I could see the first man starting to get up again, and I pushed my foot down harder. "Who are you working for?" I demanded. I kept glancing to each of my sides, preparing for an attack. The man fought hard to breathe and tried to push my foot away, but he didn't seem
JaxonI felt uncomfortable in my own skin. I felt like my nerves were slowly boiling, and I couldn't stand still. Rationally, I knew Sara would be alright, but I couldn't help pacing while the doctor finished his physical examination. My mind was swirling with all the events of the last twenty-four hours. Daren was supposed to be out of my life.... How did he still impact so much of it? I kept pacing to keep myself from shaking. I knew she was getting the best care, but I couldn't stand waiting to hear whether she was going to be okay. She'd gone through so much. Until I knew for sure, I was barely holding it together. I could tell my incessant pacing was irritating the doctor, but I didn't care. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I moved quickly to the door. I stepped out but left it a little open so I could keep Sara in my sight. "What is it, Walt?" "I'm sorry, Jaxon. I know you wanted my men to back off, but the news crews outside your place heard gunshots. They are
JaxonAs soon as I was certain that Sara was asleep, I moved carefully out of the bed and shut the door quietly behind me. I pressed in my key code and locked the door. It was bad enough I wasn't keeping her next to me; I wouldn't risk anything happening to her again. I moved quickly downstairs where my men were still waiting, guarding the door and gathering up the dead bodies. I glanced at my watch. It was almost 6:00 A.M. and I hadn't slept at all. I didn't feel tired though. My body was still racing with worry, fear, and adrenaline. All my men turned to face me when they saw me coming to join them. They stood up straighter, clearly waiting for instructions. "I'm going to call Marcus and get a cleaning crew in here. I want one of you to stand outside my door at all times; no one gets in or out but me and the doctor. I bring meals up to her, but she never comes out. You are to protect her at all costs. Understood?" They all nodded quickly, and I was not surprised when El
SaraI felt uncomfortable. I could hardly move from lying on my back. Everything hurt my hip too much. I groaned. This f*cking sucked. As much as I loved having Jaxon by my side almost constantly, it was a bit annoying to have him and the doctor fussing over me like I was some kind of porcelain doll all the time. I wanted to scream. But at the same time, I could hardly stand Jaxon leaving me. I felt better–safer–when he was next to me. If it weren't for Jaxon's forceful insistence, I wouldn't have even wanted the doctor in or around me. I liked knowing Jaxon's men were still out and around, guarding the place, as long as they stayed out of the room. "Can you try to take a deep breath for me, Sara?" the doctor asked, already putting a bit of pressure on my broken ribs. I winced from the pain as I tried to breathe. "How are you feeling? Has the pain improved at all?" "It's not as bad as that first night, but it still f*cking hurts," I growled. He stopped touching me instant