From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 39

**Chapter 27: I Want You**

The moment we stepped outside the club, the sky unleashed its fury. Heavy raindrops cascaded down, splattering against the pavement, releasing the unmistakable scent of wet asphalt that wafted up like a warm, inviting steam. Roman seized my wrist with an urgency that sent a shiver down my spine, his jaw clenched tight as he propelled me toward the parking lot.

Without uttering a single word, he guided me through the chaotic exit, one hand firmly placed on the small of my back while the other remained balled into a fist at his side. It was as if he feared that if he released his pent-up rage, he might ignite the very air around us, turning the night into a fiery inferno.

Not my concern if Chloe decides to leave her pervert fiancé behind.

Just as we reached the car, Roman unlocked the door with a swift motion, practically flinging it open. I slipped into the passenger seat, my heart racing as I adjusted my dress and steadied myself in my heels. The tension radiating from him was palpable, his jaw locked in a grimace, knuckles white against the steering wheel. The atmosphere was thick with an unspoken ferocity.

Once the doors clicked shut, silence enveloped us, heavy and suffocating.

Then, with a roar, the engine sprang to life.

Roman’s foot pressed down hard on the gas pedal, and we shot out of the driveway, the tires screeching against the asphalt as if the night itself demanded to bear witness to his fury. It felt as though he needed to unleash his anger, to make it known to the world.

The silence in the car was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. Not a single word had passed between us since Roman had yanked me away from Dean’s unwelcome advances, his movements so precise and lethal they hinted at a darker side of him, one that was barely contained.

Streetlights blurred past us in a dizzying array of flashes, illuminating the tension etched across Roman’s face. His chest heaved as if he had just emerged from a battlefield—perhaps he had.

“Roman—” I began, my voice barely rising above the din of the rain.

“Don’t.” His tone was low, controlled, yet beneath it simmered a raw, dangerous edge that sent a thrill of trepidation through me.

I cast my gaze downward, my bare thighs trembling slightly, the skin flushed with a mix of fear and an inexplicable yearning. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles flexing as though he were wrestling with something deep within.

His hands were a warning, a silent plea for restraint.

Knuckles white. Jaw clenched. Eyes locked ahead, yet seeing nothing.

I found myself mute, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. I was still reeling, still aflame—not merely from embarrassment but from a deeper, more unsettling desire.

“You should’ve told me he did shit like that,” Roman finally broke the silence, his voice low but fierce.

I hesitated, my voice trembling as I replied, “I was taken by surprise, Roman.”

“Taken by surprise,” he echoed incredulously, as if the very notion was absurd.

I felt the weight of his scrutiny, the air thickening with unspoken tension. “You were half-naked,” he snapped, not meeting my gaze. “Vulnerable. And that bastard thought he could just—”

His words hung in the air, a threat barely contained. “I should kill him.”

My heart raced as I searched his expression, trying to discern whether he was joking or serious.

His demeanor was anything but humorous. Jaw clenched, eyes blazing, veins popping with barely restrained fury.

In that moment, Roman transformed before my eyes. He was no longer the charming golden boy with the perfect smile; he was a man on the brink of violence, a predator ready to strike.

I swallowed hard. “I didn’t think—”

Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched violently against the asphalt as he swerved the car onto the side of the road, pulling into a dark shoulder illuminated only by the dull amber glow of a flickering streetlamp and the faint shimmer of distant city lights.

Roman threw the car into park, his breath coming in ragged gasps as if he were a man standing on the precipice of a cliff.

The silence was louder than any siren, filled only by the sound of our heavy breathing.

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