CHAPTER 93

Jordan, with his face dripping with his own blood shook his head to clear his vision. He could hear Cass screaming on one side while Mary and Sissy are laughing at the triumph they are having. He placed both palms on the ground to steady himself and shook his head again when for a few seconds his vision became blurry.

“Let him have some air for now,” Mary chuckled her instructions to the men that she instructed to beat him up. “See, Jordan? I can be considerate, too.”

He only spat his blood on the ground in response.

A pair of loafers came into his sight and he tilted his head up.

Paul Willis, the man mainly responsible for those videos online and the scandal Jordan was involved in is looking down at him with a sneer on his face.

“It’s been a long time, old friend,” Paul said mockingly.

“Old friend, my ass!” Jordan shouted as he jumped to his feet and threw a punch at his face. He spat on his face as he threw another one, landing his fist on Paul’s jaw. “You f8cking, son of a b1tch!”