94 "Why, Max? Why?" — I

"Jordan?" I echoed his name.

"He's really a tough bastard, I gotta give him that," Max said. "I honestly thought that that car accident would take him out for good but that rich bastard came out of it with just a broken arm. I mean, I expected more damage. Like a lot more damage. Preferably fatal, you know. But, you know what they say: whatever happens, happens for good. Because had I succeeded in sending him into the afterlife that day, I would never have been able to execute this plan!" He laughed. 

I felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest. I couldn't believe my ears. That accident wasn't an accident? Max tried to kill Jordan! It wasn't a random accident but a planned murder attempt on Jordan's life! 

"What…" I could barely utter a word. Everything inside me was shaken up. 

"I know what you're thinking again," Max smiled. A wicked, a wicked smile. It made me sick to my very core. 

Why?