Chapter 27: I Want You

The rain started just as we stepped out of the club, fat droplets splashing against the pavement, the smell of wet asphalt rising up like steam. He grabbed my wrist, jaw tight, and pulled me toward the parking lot. Roman didn’t say a word as he guided me out of the club, one hand on the small of my back, the other clenched at his side like if he let go of his rage, he might burn the whole place down. Not my problem if Chloe doesn't come get her pervert fiancé. We had barely made it to the car before he was unlocking the door and shoving it open. I slipped into the passenger seat silently, still trembling in my heels and dress. His jaw was locked. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The air was thick with something feral. The moment the doors shut, silence swallowed us. Then the car roared to life. His foot slammed the gas. We peeled out of the driveway, tires shrieking like the night needed to hear his fury. Like Roman needed to make his rage shown. The silence in the car wa