Chapter 123 : Larry, Moe or Curly?

Jaxon

Bombing that asshole’s garage was fucking fantastic. I pushed the detonator myself and smirked while I watched shit explode. How DARE he fuck with me, I thought.

That cocksucker held my wife prisoner, the love of my life, maybe even the mother of my child if I ever found out what was going on with those pregnancy tests. I was going to get her back, and he was going to pay, dearly. That little bonfire in the backyard was just the beginning. As the flames licked the sides of the building, I fantasized about roasting marshmallows over the ruins of his favorite things….

"Jaxon, we gotta move," Sam shouted over the commotion. "This was a good distraction, but we need to do more if we’re gonna find Sara. His guys must be on their way."

Sam was right. We needed another diversion if we were gonna do this right. I hit the second charge, wired to Marino’s greenhouse, and it erupted in a satisfying spray of glass and smoke. It made me smile.