He puts a hand out, silently asking for my phone. I frown, but what the heck? I hand it to him. He lifts the phone to his ear and says in a gruff voice, “Listen to her. Stop calling. Stop texting. You two are done. Got it?” “Who the fuck are you?” I hear Ryker bite out. “Your replacement.” Roman deadpans. He hands me back my phone after he ends the call.
