Twisted Intentions

Declan's POV.

The moment I stepped into my car and slammed the door shut, I felt like a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding. Vivienne’s words played over and over in my head, each one cutting deeper than the last. My knuckles whitened as I gripped the steering wheel, the heat of my anger rising like a tide.

"How could she do this to me?" I spat, slamming my fists against the wheel. The horn