Nights Burn With Regret — by Nathan Perez 148
Chapter 148
Chapter 148
Roman
The room went dead silent.
Every pair of eyes snapped to the professor as if he had just crossed a line no one dared touch.
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The dean stiffened, his hand slamming lightly against the table as he glared at the man. “You-” he began, voice sharp with warning. But the professor only shrugged, an ugly sneer twisting his mouth.
“I’m not wrong, sir,” he said calmly. “We should investigate properly. Who knows, if that slut is sleeping with him, maybe that’s why he’s so protective. Maybe he’s already been inside-”
I didn’t let him finish.
I moved in a flash, before anyone could even register what was happening. One moment he was standing there, smug and careless; the next, my hand was wrapped around his neck, forcing him down. His head slammed against the table with a sickening crack that echoed through the room. Papers scattered, chairs scraped back violently, and his scream tore through the air.
“Ah-! My head!” he cried, blood seeping beneath him as he thrashed. I kept him pinned there, my grip strong, my expression cold and distant as if I were dealing with an insect.
Around us, professors jumped to their feet, stumbling backward in shock.
“Mr. Roman!” someone shouted, voice trembling.
“Oh my God, what is he doing?!”
“Security! Call security!”
No one dared move closer. They all instinctively knew, if they drew my attention, they would pay the price.
“Help! Someone help me!” the professor sobbed, voice breaking. “This man is insane, call security! Please!”
I tightened my hand around his throat just enough to steal the air from his lungs. His words dissolved into choking gasps. I leaned closer, my voice low, and calm. “You’re lucky it was me who heard those words,” I said quietly. “If it were him, you’d already be dead. He wouldn’t hesitate. He would erase you without a second thought.”
His
eyes widened in terror.
“But don’t mistake my hestitation for kindness,” I continued, unbothered by the chaos erupting around us. “I’m only sparing you because I refuse to let her think this is her fault. I won’t have her carrying the weight of your stupidity.”
That was the difference between my brother and me. He was a monster who embraced the blood on his hands without regret. I wasn’t a saint, but I was choosing restraint.
She didn’t need two monsters standing beside her.
I released him suddenly and shoved him away. His body hit the wall hard, collapsing to the floor in a broken heap as he groaned in pain. I stepped back, dragging a hand through my hair, my chest rising and falling as I forced myself to regain control.
The room was frozen, everyone staring at me in horror.
This was the second time I had almost lost myself because of her.
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Chapter 148
And I knew, that it wouldn’t be the last.
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I looked down at him as he coughed and whimpered, one hand clutching his bleeding forehead while the other shook as he pointed at me.
“How dare you!” he screeched hoarsely. “Are you fucking crazy? You almost killed me! I will get rid of you, I swear it. I’ll have you thrown in jail for this. I will never forget-”
I didn’t even bother turning fully toward him.
“Anthony.”
My voice was bored, as I slipped one hand into my pocket.
The room stilled.
Someone whispered, confused, “Anthony…?”
I heard chairs scrape softly as people shifted. Then, from my peripheral vision, I saw the dean step forward. His movements were careful. He bowed his head slightly.
“Yes, Mr. Roman.”
The silence that followed was deafening. Every single person in the room froze.
A professor near the window swallowed hard, Another leaned back as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Someone. braver than the rest, whispered shakily, “D-dean, who is he? Is he really just a professor?”
The dean straightened slowly and turned to them, his face dark with something close to disgust.
“He is Roman Sinclair,” he said firmly. “Second heir of the Sinclair family. And the major founder of this college.”
The room exploded.
“What?!”
“Sinclair?!”
“That Sinclair?!”
Faces drained of color. Eyes widened in horror. The man on the floor looked like he’d just realized death had been standing in front of him the entire time.
I ignored all of it.
“I want him fired,” I said. “Effective immediately. Blacklist him everywhere. I don’t want him teaching in any institution ever again. And if anyone dares to speak about her, professor or student, deal with them.”
I paused, my gaze sweeping the room.
“Make sure they regret ever opening their mouths.”
“Yes, sir,” the dean replied without hesitation.
The professor’s face went ghost-white.
“No, please!” he choked, scrambling forward on his knees. “I-I didn’t know. I spoke without thinking. Please, forgive me, I—”
I tilted my head slightly, finally looking at him.
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