From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 409

Chapter 409

Chapter 232: Stand Back

Savannah

There was a version of my life that existed before Roman

Sometimes, it felt like it belonged to someone else entirely. A girl who lived a life that was too easy. Who believed that permanent. Who thought love was soft and predictable and didn’t come with bloodstains you cooldart veri ost to matter how both pai

tried.

Before Roman, my world was simple. Not perfect–but safe. I had never watched someone die, I had never smelled zaisyvutes or heard the deafening crack of a gunshot splitting the air. I didn’t know how heavy a weapon felt in your hands, how wrong it was to see one gantel

at a human being and realize it only took a twitch of a finger to end a life.

That sort of violence, back then, had been abstract. Something that happened to other people. Something on the news. Something detent.

And then there was my life after Roman. After I fell in love with a man who seemed to carry death like a shadow behind him.

Chaos followed us everywhere. It clung to him, bled into me. It clung to me, bled into him.

He had killed for me. Pulled the trigger and ended a life because someone had hurt me deeply, because someone had crossed a line they

never should have crossed.

He had blood on his hands. Blood that he spilled in my name.

And yet–despite the danger, despite the fear that now lived permanently under my skin–I would not trade this life for another,

My happiness was tangled up in Roman. My future, my heart, my entire existence sat squarely beside his. Loving him meant accepting the darkness that came with him. With us.

But there were moments like this one when reality struck so hard it stole the air from my lungs. Moments where someone died right in front of you. Moments where you wondered what kind of future could grow from this kind of soil.

I saw Alyssa scream, the sound raw and piercing as she clamped her hands over her ears. “He’s dead!” Her voice snapped through the room, but I barely heard it.

“I told you to get her out of my house, Jace!” Julius roared, his face red, his voice shaking with fury and fear.

My eyes were locked on the guard’s face.

He lay sprawled on the floor, his body twisted unnaturally, eyes wide and glassy as the light drained from them.

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One moment, he had been alive–breathing, talking, issuing orders. The next, he was nothing more than a corpse bleeding out on expensive flooring.

I watched it happen. Watched the exact second his chest stopped rising.

Paula had shot him.

He had ordered her to drop the gun. He had spoken like he still had control. And she proved him wrong.

Now she stood over his body, breathing hard, eyes wild as she swung the gun toward the other guard–the one whose weapon she’d stolen. “Anyone else want to give orders?” she snapped.

Silence.

It was like the world froze in that moment. No one moved. No one spoke. Even the air felt thick, heavy, suffocating.

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