Chapter 36. Mortification

Roman’s POV

I stifled a smile as I watched Sofie go through a whirlwind of emotions in just a couple of seconds. She was really entertaining.

“Y-You don’t mean it,” she whispered, shaking her head, horror evident on her face.

“I don’t mean what?” I prodded, feeling my composure wilt as time went by. Even Nathan was staring at me through the rearview mirror with an unreadable expression as I casually placed my hand on Sofie’s exposed thigh; her dress had rolled up, and her soft, porcelain skin was now left on exhibition.

“Roman, what did you do to him? Is he still alive, at least?” she asked, worry prominent in her tone.

I felt anger bristle within me for a moment at her concerned tone. Why was she so worried about that perverted bastard? I was starting to regret not gunning him down