ARAR'S POV
I could not keep quiet anymore; Roman's frontline menace, his dictatorial attitude, and his controlling demeanor were stifling me. An angry, frustrated surge coursed through me, realizing he was trying to trap me, to keep me a prisoner inside my own house. I walked out of the house, the feet carrying me purposely to the garage, determined to step out of the festering toxicity that had just descended on our home.
But to my rude surprise, when I reached the garage, Roman had locked the car. As he said, with a steel gleam inside his eyes, "You're not going anywhere." I felt the angry surge wash over me as mine was a mixture of fury and indignation thundered, "How can you say that? Galie Company is calling me, and you say I can't go? "Why?" The questions were left as a challenge t
