Hand Them Over

Chapter 278: Hand Them Over Roman I didn’t know whether to call it a curse or some sick cosmic joke. Every woman I had ever loved—every woman I had stood beside at an altar, sworn myself to, imagined a future with—always ended up having a soft spot for Reese. First, her. Now Sav. Fantastic. Absolutely fucking fantastic. Reese Blackwood: bad boy, faulty moral compass, the brother who was loyal to everyone without question. The one women gravitated toward. The one women defended without hesitation. As if he needed it. I was still standing far too close to Savannah, crowding her space deliberately, using my height the way I always did when I wanted to remind someone exactly who they were dealing with. Her back brushed the wall, and I could feel the tension radiating off her in waves. “Go on, Sav,” I said quietly. “Tell me.” She blinked up at me, clearly flustered, then took a step back—only to realize there was nowhere left to go. The wall stopped her cold. “Tell you what?” she