SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
Playing games when I was supposed to be at Bobby’s club serving guests wasn’t on my to-do list for tonight.
I folded a hand over my chest. “I’ll find my way out eventually, and that’s what matters.”
Roman scoffed. “You’re not as smart as they portray you to be, are you?”
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I didn’t go around soliciting compliments from anyone, and definitely not from a certain group of people who swore to make my life a living hell.
Standing a few inches away from him, electric jolts sparking through my spine was enough torture.
“Roman Castillo,” my voice was faint, with a sprinkle of anxiety, I hoped he didn’t catch. “I do not—”
He tugged a loose strand of my hair behind my ears. “Save yourself the headache, mate,” his husky voice added to
