The next day Roman was stomping around his office like a mad man. His shipment was blocked by the authorities and he was fuming. He was just glad he had taken his sister out to the opera to get their mind off everything because the weight of their brothers death had him on edge, and now this. Thinking about the gun shipment, it was looking like Luke had tipped off the police to piss him off. Maybe trapping his fiancé in the restroom wasn't such a good idea after all.
His sister sat across the room with her legs crossed, with a wide smirk on her face. When his eyes met hers, he almost growled in response with irritation at her very presence. She was such a brat. He loved her, but as his older sister, she worked extra hard to annoy him.
"Get that smug fucking look off your face."
"What? I'm just sitting here watching you act like a grown child throwing a temper tantrum. Our brother's funeral is tomorrow. You know he's going to be there."
"He fucked up my shipment, Remi."
