ROMAN POV

I grip the steering wheel tightly.

My anger is intensifying

Rose's words echo.

"Getting married."

To someone else.

Unacceptable.

We drive in silence to the delivery location

Tension building up and finally I snap.

"Why are you wearing that perfume?" I ask out of the blue.

Accusing.

Rose looks at me confused.

"What's wrong with my perfume?" she asks calmly yet puzzled

"It's too strong," I growl.

Petty but I don't care

Vince and Alex ( Two of the cindicate's workers and long time friends) exchange a wary glance in the backseat.

" Roman, ease up," Vince suggests.

I glare at the rearview mirror instantly conveying the message...