"Yeah, you can say that. Remember the friend I spoke to earlier on the phone, it's him." Roman answered sharply.

"But you seemed to also know him, do you mind telling me or did you lie to me ?" He asked, feigning a confused expression.

"Oh no, i--it's, not what you think. I'll explain to you but not now." Tiffany defended sharply, staring helplessly at him.

"It's fine." Roman smiled softly at her.

"Shut the fuck up, Roman !!!, " Brent's voice thundered, feeling agitated with the kind of emotions they were showing to themselves.

"Tiffany, get on the bike, let's go home."

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Now...