From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362

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 now. Especially after earlier. Roman doesn’t bluff. He’ll put a bullet through her head if she doesn’t give him

the answer he wants.

Paula licks her lips, her bravado faltering just slightly. “You’re insane,” she whispers.

“No,” Roman replies, almost gently. “I’m determined.”

He pulls the trigger.

Click.

Chloe screams and I jerk so hard my knees knock together. Paula’s entire body trembles, but she doesn’t make a sound.

Roman tilts his head. “One empty chamber down. Five more chances to rethink that sealed mouth.”

“Roman–stop,” I blurt before I can think, reaching forward as if that would somehow lower the gun. “This is-”

He cuts me a look so cold it freezes the words in my throat. “Don’t,” he says quietly. “Not right now. Sit down, Savannah.”

My heart sinks. And I slowly obey.

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This is the side of him I always knew existed, buried somewhere behind the sarcasm and warmth and possessiveness. The side shaped by his evil father. The side polished by years of hidden violence and revenge.

But seeing it this close… Seeing it unfiltered… It scares me in a way I can’t hide. But it also excites me in a shameful way.

Paula forces a laugh, but it comes out brittle. “You think this scares me? You think I haven’t seen worse? Do you know what I’ve been

through?”

Roman spins the chamber lazily with his thumb. “We’ll find out.”

He presses the barrel back to her forehead.

“Wait–wait!” Chloe sobs, her voice cracking violently. “Please don’t do this. She’s stupid, Roman. She’s stupid and stubborn and reckless but she’s not–she’s not evil. Please just stop-”

Roman doesn’t even glance at her. So she keeps going.

Chloe sobs, shaking violently. “Please stop this! Please! She’ll talk, she’ll talk—”

“No,” Paula spits, turning her head sharply toward Chloe. “Shut up!” Her voice trembles. But the defiance is still there, buried under the

terror.

Chloe shrinks back. Roman’s smile grows a degree colder. “Who do you work for, Paula?”

Paula’s jaw works, clenching so hard a vein pops at her temple. She holds Roman’s stare with a stubbornness that’s almost admirable.

“I’m not scared of you. You can’t make me talk.”

Roman smiles. “Good.” He pulls the trigger again.

Click.

Paula flinches this time. Her breath stutters, her eyes closing just a fraction longer than a blink.

Roman nods slowly. “Two.”

He sets the gun down on his thigh, tapping the barrel against his knee while he studies her. “Every bullet–less click increases your odds of

math.” dying. You know that, right? This isn’t just a threat. It’s pure

“Go to hell,” Paula snaps.

Roman shrugs. “Probably.” He lifts the gun again. “But you know what? Even if you die before telling me what you know, I’ll find out another way. And you know what else I’ll do? I’ll ruin your already–ruined reputation that you will never find peace. Even in the afterlife. I’ll make sure you never have a funeral. Nor even a body.”

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Paula’s eyes widen just barely–and that is the first real crack in her armor.

He notices. Of course he notices. “I’ll have my men cut you up into tiny, miserable pieces and then I’ll send them to your boss. And the rest? I’ll let the fishes have a feast.”

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