Chapter 207: Just Tell Him

Savannah For three whole seconds, the world forgets how to breathe. Just like no one breathes in here. Not Chloe. Not Paula. Not me. Not even Roman. Paula sits tied to the chair, sweat dripping down her face, chin still lifted in that arrogant way—even with a gun leveled between her eyes. Chloe is trembling beside her, her legs bound, her face ghost-white from the scary reality. Roman sits in front of them, jaw clenched so tight it looks like a punishment. And me? I’m on the edge of my seat, chest tight, every muscle in my body strung like wire because Roman isn’t bluffing. He isn’t performing. He isn’t just merely threatening. He is going to pull the trigger. And Paula knows it. The gun pointed at her forehead turns the entire room into a silent, tense, suffocating vacuum. The only thing I can hear is my own heartbeat hammering against my ribs like it wants out. Roman doesn’t blink. Doesn’t shift. Doesn’t give any indication that this is some dramatic bluff. I know him well enough by