HIS PAIN, BOOK NINE
Mark
"Sit down already, Mark. You're making me sick with all this pacing," Pierre snaps at me.
"Shut the f**k up," I counter and continue walking up and down the plane. Never realized there was this much room in the cabin, I must've walked miles in the last five hours. And we're not landing for another three.
"They'll find her," Pierre snaps.
"Yeah, what if they don't?" The mere thought makes me stop dead in the middle of the plane, my whole body rigid. But I fight through it, continue pacing.
"You should've thought about that before you f****d her," Pierre muses.
The single, fragile thread of sanity I've been trying to hold on to since I learned Nicole was missing snaps. My hands are wrapped around Pierre's throat, my fingers squeezing, but I don't recognize the
