Jacob’s POV
For the next few minutes, it was safe to say that my mind had become a complete and utter mess. If it didn't show much to other people, it was because I was doing everything I could to hold myself together.
Tasha died because of me. Marcelyn met the same fate because she had chosen to love me. I didn't want Jocelyn to die as well because she just so happened to be my wife. No more women could die because of me.
In a bit to calm myself down, I strolled leisurely from one end of the station to another. It was the only way I could think of to help streamline my thoughts. As soon as the call came in, I alerted my bodyguards and the police. I knew Collins well enough to understand that if I went there alone, he'd just kill Jocelyn and me together, or perhaps he might do somethin
