“Jordan…” Sam’s voice came through the door.
“Go away…” I growled back at her. It was her fault, everything was her fault.
“Jordan, come on, this has to stop.” She opened the door and walked in. I turned to her, rage filling my veins and going straight to my heart.
“You had her kidnapped, Sam.” I yelled.
“You brought in that maniac who was so obsessed with her, he didn’t care for himself. Yet, you stood there and accused her of being a w***e when you…” I pointed a finger at her. My hands were shaking as my anger flowed.
“I didn’t mean…”
“You meant it.” I snapped.
“You enjoy torturing her, you enjoy everything.”
“I did this for…”
“For us…Yes.” I completed and turned back to the wall, anything to not see her face at that moment.
“You know, when I asked you to marry me years
