"What did you find out?" Remi's brother grunted as she entered the TV room, interrupting his guilty pleasure for sitcom TV time.
Every inch of his house was immaculate, but his man cave was like his own personal hideaway of chaos and disorganization. Filled with games, a gigantic movie screen, a full bar, and sports memorabilia, it was a real cove of masculinity for the rich crime tycoon to relax and have some fun.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Remi snapped as she flopped down on the couch, took the bag of chips from her brother's hand, and started munching on them with intense fury.
"Hey! I was eating those."
"Not anymore. Go get me a beer."
Roman rolled his eyes, taking them back. "You don't drink."
"I do now."
Turning off the television, Roman turned to his sister. "All right, what happened?"
"I went to have a chat with Luke, just like you said. Roast his ass."
