From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334

So no–if she thinks I’m still hung up on a ghost while living inside the happiest chapter of my entire life, she needs to rethink that. I’m over Dahlia, I don’t love her anymore. I hope she forgives me for the ways I failed her. And I hope getting vengeance–real vengeance–on The General and his pathetic circle of monsters gives her the justice she truly deserves.

“According to Reese, I finally say, brushing my fingers down Savannah’s arm, “he’s certain their aliases are based on their roles in society. Like a twisted play on their actual occupations.”

“Ohh.” She processes it, her brows pulling together. “So the Party Man isn’t like… an actual party. It’s more like a political party?”

“Yes.”

“That’s actually smart,” she mutters. “So if you’re correct, then there’s a chance that Kingston also…” She swallows, throat bobbing, voice thinning. “There’s a chance he also… took advantage of Dahlia?”

My jaw locks so tight I feel it crack.

“Christ, Sav. I don’t even want to think that. If it’s true–if that bastard touched her–I swear I’ll dig up his fucking bones and kill him

again. This time I’ll make sure he rests in pieces.”

Her face twists, disgust and pain swirling together. “But why though? Why would he do something like that? Why would any of them? Why do they get pleasure from hurting people? Kingston lived his whole disgusting life destroying women for his own satisfaction. It’s

sick.”

“My father is sick as well,” I correct softly. “He’s mentally rotted from the inside out, and he hides it by pretending he’s sane. If he’s actually the ringleader of this cult–this twisted circus–then this is only the surface. The real nightmare is deeper.”

Her breath trembles. She buries her face in my chest like she’s trying to block out the world. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Alright.” I stroke her hair. “Enough about these pigs. I’m just glad you’re okay. I thought you’d be…”

“Crying and throwing up?” she finishes for me, letting out a shaky giggle. “That bastard can’t touch me anymore. Even if he comes back as a vengeful ghost, you’d protect me. I know you would.”

She leans up and kisses me–soft, slow, steady. A reassurance, a promise, a grounding. And when she pulls back, her eyes are softer.

And that’s when I remember the thing I didn’t tell her.

“There’s something else,” I say.

Her head pops up, curious. “What?”

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Chapter 334

“Lizzie wants to go with Reese and 1 to Blackwood Manm

1 brace myself for the explosion. For her voice to rise. For her to launch into a rant, maybe throw a pillow at my head, my every

out, maybe all three at once.

But she doesn’t. She surprises me. Just like she always does.

“I’m going too,” she declares.

What?”

“I’m going too,” she repeats, louder this time, like she’s daring me to object. “And it’s good that you’re letting Lizzie come. She deserves a little fun before going back to Chicago. Her mom is very… strict.”

Oh.

“I see,” I murmur, still processing. “I’m surprised you’re okay with all of this. Are you sure you’re really okay with it?”

She laughs–an actual laugh–and kisses my jaw. “Of course. I’ve always wanted to see Blackwood Manor. Plus, I get to take our baby to your childhood home. We’re leaving for Italy tomorrow, right? Then we go to the manor with a badass team like the Avengers. Completely normal family trip. Does sound like a lot of fun to me.” She says sarcastically.

She grins then, full and mischievous. “Besides… I’m curious to meet your other siblings. You said there were others–how many, exactly

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