~ MARTY ~Roman pulled up to my apartment building at eight thirty in the evening.The drive from the restaurant had been quiet. Not uncomfortable, just quiet. Roman's hand had stayed on mine the entire drive, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin like he was reassuring himself that I was real and still there.He parked in the underground garage and walked us to the elevator. Sarah was humming something to herself, completely unbothered by the intensity of the day we had just lived through.As we reached the entrance to my building, Sarah suddenly spoke up."Roman," she called out, her voice taking on a serious tone that I had never heard from her since she came. "I want you to know something."I quickly stiffened thinking she was about to say something stupid. Roman turned to look at her, his expression curious."Do not hurt my brother," Sarah warned, her voice very firm. "Because if you do, I will come for you. I do not care how rich you are or how many connections you have.
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