Jaxon

Sh*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 ...