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 in her face.

"I don't mean what?" I prodded, feeling my composure wilter as time went by.

Even Nathan was staring at me though the rear-view mirror with an unreadable expression as I casually placed my hand on Sofie's exposed thigh; her dress has rolled up and her soft, porcelain skin was now left on exhibition.

"Roman, what did you 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 the perverted bastard?

I was starting to regret not gunning him down when I had the opportunity to.

Yeah, you read it correctly. I didn't kill Cornelius after all and it was not because I was scared of the consequence but because I didn't want Sofie to become ostracized by the