Chapter 157: She's All Yours

Roman Reese sat across from me like he owned the damn place. One leg casually crossed over the other, sandwich in hand—my sandwich—and that same boyish grin stretched across his face. That grin always irritated me. He wore it all the time like nothing in this world could ever touch him. Like nothing could ever rile him up. “So let me get this straight,” he began, chewing lazily. “Penny said she’d fuck you up, so now I’m supposed to fuck her up—until she loses everything? Her sanity, her career, maybe her mind? Just making sure I got the mission brief right.” He said it like it was a joke, like the whole thing was amusing. I’d replayed this scenario a thousand times in my head before he even showed up. The fallout with Savannah earlier had made me question whether this was a good idea. Bringing Reese anywhere near her was like handing a pyromaniac a can of gasoline. But Savannah… she insisted earlier in the kitchen. She’s headstrong that way. She wanted to face him. Wanted to prove she