Jaxon

Part of me, a big part of me, couldn’t fucking believe that we were going to try to do this meeting with Marino, again. My shoulder still hurt like hell, and the boot made me look weak. Fucking fantastic. I needed to have the most important meeting of my life thus far, and I looked like the Hunchback of Notre Dame after he got in a bar fight, and lost. Just what I fucking needed.

"Jaxon, it’s gonna be okay," Sara told me, gently putting her hand ...