Fake Evidence

Author's POV.

"Go to hell, Damien," Roman spat.

"Yes, captain," Damien mocked and left the detention room.

Roman turned his gaze to the direction Demirn left and felt very upset. He didn't achieve his aim, which was berating and mocking Damien.

"Why does it seem like he was expecting me?" Roman asked himself and frowned. "He was saying the right words and his tone was so dark. I hope he isn't monitoring me in some way or digging up some dirt on me,"

Roman became a bit suspicious, but then he kicked out the thought. He doubted that Damien would know much about his past and since he had enough money, it would be easy for him to escape punishment.

"I can't let that bastard upset me," Roman cleared his throat and unbuttoned his shirt. "He's the one in jail not me, he should be worried not the other around,"

His words were more like a comfort for him, but deep down he couldn't help being nervous.

"Fuck," He cussed, slamming his hand on the table. "I'm going to kill that bastard in