Chapter 42

Sometimes, you could unexpectedly become acquaintances in life with men like Miller. Workout buddies. Luncheon pals as waiter and diner, but never lovers. We were more acquaintances than friends. I knew that. Gloria knew that. But Miller didn’t, refusing to believe such a truth. Unfortunately, I had become his victim, as well as Jax, and things could become a mess, out of control, and unpredictable—just as they had.

I couldn’t understand any of Miller’s atrocious actions. Maybe I really didn’t want to. All I could muster were thoughts of Jax’s whereabouts. Where did Miller have him? And what did Miller want with him? How safe was Jax, wherever he was? Did Miller have him tied up and gagged? Was Jax being fed and given the appropriate amounts of water to survive? Had he become unconscious by blunt force to his head? Was he alive? Or had Miller used his knife on Jax and…