ROMAN'S POV:I ran out of my study, acting purely on instinct. I got to Charlene's red convertible in time before she pulled it out of the garage. And without caring, I pulled my Glock from the waistband of my trouser, then pointed it directly at the windscreen of the car. “Get out of the car, Charlene. I want your hands where I can see them.”She stopped the car and opened the door slowly, the confusion evident on her face. Even Paul, who stood about a foot from me, stared at me as if I had gone mad. I didn't know what I was doing at that moment, but I felt strongly that it was right, so I continued anyway. “What's this, Roman?”I pointed the gun at her now, then gestured to the house with it.“Get back into the house.” When she hesitated briefly, I barked at her, my voice a growl. “Now!”She walked to the house slowly, her hands still in the air. Paul walked closer to me with the air of a man who was about to object, but seeing my countenance, quickly changed his mind. I kept m
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