From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 111

**Chapter 72: He’s Insane**

A harsh, humorless laugh escaped my lips, echoing off the sterile bathroom walls. “You’re so pathetic, Dean.”

In that moment, something shifted in his expression, a crack forming in the facade he had been wearing. His jaw clenched tightly, and his eyes darkened, sharpening like a predator’s gaze. The drunken haze that had enveloped him dissipated in an instant, revealing a chilling clarity that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Careful, Savannah,” he spat, his voice now steady, devoid of the slur that had previously marked it. “You forget how much power I have.”

My heart plummeted. This was no longer the rambling of a drunken fool; it was a calculated threat, a promise of violence that hung in the air like a noxious fog.

Outside, the sounds of the bustling ballroom faded into silence, as if the door had swallowed the entire world, leaving me trapped in this claustrophobic cage. The bathroom had transformed into a prison, with no means of escape.

The stalls stood empty, a stark reminder of my isolation. No one was here to help me, and Dean would never relinquish my phone, the lifeline to Roman that could alert him to my predicament.

The smirk plastered across Dean’s face was a clear indication that he could sense my growing panic, that he reveled in my fear. He knew I was the one who held the least power in this suffocating scenario.

But even so, I refused to be a victim without a fight.

“You don’t scare me,” I declared, though my pulse thundered in my ears, loud enough that I feared he could hear it too.

Was that statement even true? Deep down, I knew it was a lie. He was intoxicated, filled with rage, and stronger than I could ever hope to be. If he chose to unleash his fury, I stood no chance.

He advanced toward me, each step slow and deliberate, his smile twisting into something sinister that made my stomach churn. “You should be scared. Because when I want something, I always get it. Even you.”

My eyes darted around the bathroom, searching desperately for anything I could use as a weapon. A vase, a candlestick, even a shard of glass from a broken mirror—anything that could give me the upper hand. But the bathroom was stripped bare, offering nothing but cold tile and a roll of toilet paper. The hand sanitizer on the counter seemed utterly useless as a means of defense.

For a fleeting moment, I considered yanking the tap from the sink and using it as a weapon. It might serve as a decent tool for self-defense.

“Savannah?”

The sound of Roman’s voice sliced through the oppressive atmosphere like a beam of light breaking through a storm.

Dean’s demeanor shifted instantly; he stiffened, his head snapping toward the door. His shoulders tensed, fists clenching at his sides, betraying the tension that crackled in the air.

At the far end of the hallway, framed in the doorway, stood Roman, his phone pressed to his ear.

My phone continued to ring, a lifeline I felt slipping away.

Roman’s eyes locked onto mine, taking in my position against the wall, then flicked to Dean, who loomed too close for comfort, my phone still in his possession.

A wave of relief washed over me so intense that it nearly made my knees buckle.

Roman’s jaw tightened, his entire being radiating a lethal calm that sent a chill down my spine. He stepped into the small bathroom, filling the space with an aura of undeniable authority.

“Step away from her, weasel.”

Dean’s laughter rang hollow, devoid of any real amusement. “Relax, man. We were just having a chat.”

Roman’s gaze flicked to me, and I remained silent, my body betraying me as it trembled, rigid against the wall like prey caught in the sights of a predator.

“Now.” Roman’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper, each word laced with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “Step the fuck away before I put my hands on you. Do not test me.”

Dean hesitated, his smirk faltering momentarily. But grudgingly, he retreated, creating distance between us.

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