Roman POV By midnight, I couldn't take it anymore.The silence. The door between us. The look in her eyes when she saw the blood on my hands.So I called Alex.“Meet me at that place near Seventh,” I said. “Need to get out of my fucking head.”Half an hour later, we were inside—sweaty bodies pressed together, bass heavy enough to crack bones, lights strobing like broken memories. The place reeked of perfume, smoke, and cheap intentions.But at least it wasn’t silent.Alex handed me a drink, already halfway into his second. “Bro, you need this,” he said over the music, slapping my shoulder.I nodded, downing the glass in two gulps. It burned like it should. But it didn’t fix shit.We moved through the crowd. Heads turned. Eyes followed.Some of them recognized me. Some didn’t need to. Roman Wolfe always got attention—especially when I looked like something they wanted to ruin.A girl brushed past me, full lips and glassy eyes. “You look tense,” she purred, placing her hand on my chest
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