ROMAN POV
I peel out of the driveway, anger coursing through my veins.
I hate her.
I hate that woman so much.
I dial Landon's number.
He answers on the first ring.
"Roman, what's up?" he asks.
"Rose," I spit.
"Rose?" Landon repeats.
"The tramp is already sleeping with Kane," I snarl.
Landon pauses.
"Roman, slow down. What's going on?" he...