SaraI sighed after setting down a box of produce, rolling my shoulders. We didn't usually get late-night deliveries at Mabel's, but we'd been running low on vegetables, and the grocery store down the street was open late and loved bulk orders."Oh, thank you, Sara. That's the last one. You can leave a bit early tonight, let me just sign your paycheck for the month," Mabel told me. "Thanks, Mabel."I headed toward the back of the kitchen where the door was and pulled out my phone, trying to keep out of the way as I texted Ron.Things between me and Jaxon were better. They were still a bit stiff, but we weren't acting like strangers anymore. Jaxon hadn't taken up my offer to sleep together, not that I expected him to, but in a way, it was a little bit disappointing.Then again, I personally felt it was a bit sad that I was willing to sleep with him to live out some depraved fantasy of us actually being together… that and while I was slowly trying to end my crush on him I st

JaxonSh*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 permanently taken care of. Not only would my guys find Sara, but she'd never have to worry about him ever again after me and my men got through with him.But even with a gang of men at my beck a

Jaxon"Traven, you'd better have good news for me," I growled. I felt itchy and uncomfortable in my seat. I needed to find her; every second Sara was away from me I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I knew it was irrational. I had to control it, at least on the outside, for the sake of appearances."F*ck!" I couldn't help but curse under my breath. I slammed my hand against the seat in front of me. Ron continued to drive as normal, knowing I was angry."We found this guy, Ben. We found his place; he's got to be holding her there. There's just one problem: she's in Kate's territory." I could tell from Traven's voice he was terrified to give me the news. I didn't blame him. "F*ck!" I mumbled again, doing my best to control my emotions.. F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! "D*mn it, Traven!" I growled, more gruffly than necessary. "That's only partly good news. Tell me how the h*ll we are going to get her back, damn it!" "I set up a meeting with her, boss. She'll talk to you and is willi

SaraI blinked my eyes open and realized I was all but tied to the bed. For a moment, I started to panic, worrying that Jaxon rescuing me was all in my head. But this place was different. There was the soft and repetitive sound of a monitor beeping and the fluorescent lights above me flickered lightly. "Where am I?" I mumbled to no one, unable to fully process my surroundings. "Sara? Oh, thank God you're awake!" I heard Jaxon exclaim. I tried to turn in the direction of his voice, but I was still strapped down. "Jaxon? What happened?" As I asked for him, he moved closer so I could see him next to me. I could feel him reaching forward to hold my hand. "You're in the hospital. You've been recovering for four days and been out for most of it. You had some serious injuries including a few broken ribs as well as a concussion. They were very worried for a while...." Jaxon's face looked smooth and calm, but this voice was shaking a bit. Four days? I vaguely remembered a fe

JaxonFeeling torn, I paced around my home office. I knew I had no right to refuse to let Sara date. She could date whoever she wanted; she was an adult. But I would stick to doing real background checks and be much more careful when I let her out of the house. I wanted to keep her here where I knew she was safe and I could watch her–protect her. But there was no way I could do that to her. She would object, and most likely try to sneak out and get herself in worse trouble. No, f*ck that. I wouldn't let her risk her life like that. I sighed, exacerbated. I wanted her so f*cking bad, I wanted to keep her safe, always under my watchful eye. I didn't know how to do that in a way she wouldn't object to. She was always so quick to risk her life for the illusion of 'freedom.' I rolled my eyes. I took off my jacket and placed it on the chair before rolling up the sleeves of my shirt and walking up the stairs. I could check on her now and see how she was doing. I could do that much at