From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 127

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 127**

“Reese, leave.” Roman’s voice rumbled like distant thunder, low and filled with a warning that sent a chill down my spine. “Your presence here means trouble. Just go.”

Reese leaned back against my car with an air of casual defiance, his posture relaxed as if he owned the night. “Trouble follows you more than it follows me,” he retorted, a smirk playing on his lips that deepened with each word. “Besides, your fiancée looks like she’s about to beg for me.”

Before Roman could react, his muscles tense and ready to pounce, I stepped in, placing a gentle hand on his chest to hold him back. “Roman, it’s late. It’s dangerous out here. He probably left his car behind. How do you expect him to get home?” My voice was soft, almost pleading as I lifted my eyes to meet his, hoping to convey the urgency of the situation. “Please.”

“Bless you, sister-in-law,” Reese interjected, crossing himself with exaggerated flair, as if mocking the very notion of respect.

“Savannah,” Roman hissed, his voice tight with frustration, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and concern. “You don’t understand—”

“Roman.” I pressed closer, my fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his shirt, desperate for him to see my point of view. “Please. For my sake?”

His jaw tightened, muscles in his shoulders coiling like a spring, ready to snap. Then, after a long, frustrated exhale that seemed to echo in the quiet night, he relented. “Fine. One wrong move, and he’s out. I don’t care if it’s three a.m.—I’ll call him a fucking Uber if I have to.”

A wave of relief washed over me, loosening the tension in my chest. I smiled softly, gratitude warming my heart. “Thank you.”

Roman moved toward the trunk, grabbing our bags with a sense of purpose. I could feel Reese’s gaze on us, sharp and calculating, a predator watching its prey. The playful demeanor he wore earlier faded, revealing a more sinister undertone. There was something unsettling about him, a danger lurking beneath his charm.

As we stepped inside, Roman dropped a bag at the entrance of a guest room, his voice firm and unyielding. “You’ll stay here. Be gone by morning.”

I opened my mouth, ready to scold him for his harshness, but the look on his face silenced me. There was an intensity in his expression that warned me against pushing further. Roman had his reasons for treating Reese this way—reasons I was still in the dark about.

“Sure thing, bro.” Reese’s smirk widened, a deliberate jab at Roman’s authority. “Thanks for the hospitality. Father will be pleased.”

Roman’s frustration was palpable, his body tense as he fought to keep his temper in check. I tightened my grip on his arm again, feeling the heat radiating from him. Reese slipped into the guest room, winking at me before slamming the door shut behind him, the sound echoing like a finality in the air.

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