"What?"
Roman shrugged. "I don't know, a kind of romantic interest in her, but—"
"I don't!" Yuri gritted out.
Roman craned his head to the side to lift a brow at him. "Then what are you acting up for?"
"I just think you're being mean." Yuri bit down on his lip. "And I don't think it's fair to her."
"For someone always as cold as you, you're surprisingly very kind. Not that it's a bad thing, but in this scenario, it's pretty annoying. Hydrate your brain and see everything wrong with that conniving bitch."
"Roman!—"
"I am not joking and I will be watching her." Roman gulped down the entire talk. He stood up, approached him to say, "If I find out my intuition is right, I assure you that I won't hesitate to put a bullet through her head. Caesar is the only family I have left. He's my little brother, and I don't play with him. She'd better be careful."
He shoved past him, storming his way out of the bar.
