Chapter 49: Stay here tonight
Once Patricia was gone, Roman grabbed Syres by the collar and slammed him against the wall, his voice low but seething with fury.
"If you make Eve cry again, I swear I won’t let you off so easily. If you truly don’t want her, be a man and tell her. Stop dragging her through this."
Syres scoffed, unfazed by the threat. "I never knew you still cared about a sister who has already disowned you," he mocked. He relished reminding Roman of the wedge he had driven between him and Eve. Syres knew full well that she needed her brother in this brutal world, but his hatred ran too deep to care.
Roman’s grip tightened dangerously. "You are hurting her," he growled, "and she’s not going to stop until you make it clear she should."
Syres chuckled darkly. "How else should I do that? I already humiliated her in public. Should I start hooking her up with other men?" His laugh echoed in the room, sharp and cruel.
Roman’s fists clenched at his sides, the tension radiating off him in waves.
"Why do you keep doing this?" He asked, his tone quieter now, but no less intense. "It’s been years, Syres. Aren’t you tired?"
In an instant, Syres’s expression changed. The mockery drained from his face, replaced by something much colder, calculated rage.
"Were you always like this before you killed my brother?" He spat. "I have always wondered... What the hell ran through your mind when you murdered your own mother, and your best friend’s brother?!"
Roman, unfazed, stared at him. "If you really want to know, I will have to kill you too," he said coldly. "Maybe then you would finally be able to read my mind from the grave."
It was the same answer Roman always gave, sharp, brutal, and unapologetic. But this time, it pushed Syres to the edge.