“You were supposed to be mine,” he hissed across the table. “Instead, you dated anyone and everyone like a little slut. I waited! From the time you were sixteen when your father promised me someday I would have you as my wife, you were supposed to be mine. I knew once we were married you would be mine to tame. I would have taken you from your horrible family and I would have broken your vicious tongue and you would have been mine. You will be mine!” his fists slammed on the tabletop, his nostrils flared with rage and his blue eyes squinting. “This isn’t over.”
Boone looked to the lawyer, “a good lawyer would tell his client to shut up but please let him continue.”
The lawyer ignored Boone, “Ms. Walker, if you’re done,” he chastised her for escalating his client’s temper.
“You know, Mr.
