The police officers arrived just in time, their sirens piercing the night air, echoing like wildfire across the grand villa, sending partygoers into a frenzied scatter. Amid the chaos, Atticus's men had abandoned him, fleeing like frightened rabbits, eager to escape the impending trouble. Roman stood amidst the disarray, a tempest of anger brewing within him as his knuckles turned a furious crimson. Yet, as he turned to face the officers, his stormy emotions began to ebb away.
"Officer Vermont?" he inquired, his brow arching.
The officer, a stocky man with a calm demeanor, nodded in acknowledgment. "You called for us," he replied, and Roman's expression twisted into one of confusion. His gaze followed the officer's to find Harper, and suddenly everything fell into place.
He pinched the furrows in his brow, exhaling a sigh tinged with frustration. "It's nothing I can't handle," he muttered, dismissing the concern.
