Roman

01

The concept of life, the evolution of certainties, karma, all unanswered and widely varied depending on who you ask.

You see the first two I can merely get a grip on but the last one..karma, it's like it constantly taunts me in every aspect of my life.

My uncle used to tell me 'people will always get what they deserve' and I used to believe that, I used to believe everything he told me. But what I don't believe is that I deserved this, this concept of life that he deems normal.

Is this my karma?

♡ Roman ♡

"Fuck" I breathed out

I heard the sirens blaring behind me, chasing me through the streets of the Bronx. Michael, Ronnie and Sam behind me as well, everything was going fine until Ronnie brought in his "girl of the night" and she got spooked.

Fucking rat.

Now don't get me wrong I'm all for Ronnie's hook ups, they keep him entertained so I don't have to deal with him as much but lately I'm not sure where he's getting them, they're fucking pussies that get spooked by one goddamn gun, and now because of that we might get caught and I just lost over half of my product.

"Stop. Hands where I can see them" the cop shouted over the sirens as we reached a dead end alleyway.

I looked at the boys hoping they could see a way out I hadn't spotted yet, but as soon as I looked over they were being thrown against the wall and patted down. I know Sam dropped his stash purposely while running but if he hadn't and had been caught with product on him, then this could have gone a whole lot different.

"Derry , my man, how are you doing tonight? I heard about some pretty wild robberies going on, I hope Angela and you haven't lost anything" I said while a smirk reached across my lips.

You see Derry and I have met this same exact way many many times, it just seems that this time he's caught me in at a dead end.

"Roman Verlice, if it isn't the woman of the hour, I should've known It'd be you again"

"Derry you wound me, are you saying you aren't glad to see me" I chucked as my palm pressed over my heart feigning sadness.

"You know what? I think I'm so happy to see you that I might just extend this little visit down to the station"

Fuck fuck fuck..... I need a way out.

Derry would recover from an injury fast...right?

⚜ Remy ⚜

Jesus Christ.

You know all I wanted was one confession. One confession from one mole. Easy enough if you ask me but noooo, they just had to leave the knife in her thigh while they turned to talk to each other.

I opened my office door while removing my suit vest that was now an ugly red, cringing at the light coming through the open curtains and walked towards my desk. Moles have been coming up throughout my team and there starting to fucking piss me off.

I spent the next couple hours going over reports of my gun, drug and tech shipments. When my phone rang.

" Speak" I responded cold and hastily

"Yes hello..... Is this Mr. Remy Ezekiel, this is Robin from Child Protective Services here in the Bronx, New York, I'm calling regrading your relation to a Roman Verlice" the woman stumbled out, I paused not knowing how to respond.

I mean, we used to have a baby sister named Roman but she disappeared after a suspected Russian Mafia attack which killed our parents when we were young.

We looked everywhere and we still haven't been able to locate her.. and that assuming she's still alive.

"Hel.. hello...." she said stuttering

"Yes sorry, Roman Verlice, is that her original last name or was it changed?" I asked in a cold tone.

"According to our documents and the DNA match her original last name is Ezekiel although it was changed in her younger years and has been Verlice for quite some time now" I froze unable to grasp the possibility that this is Roman, our Roman.

"Anyways, Sir, I called to inform you that Miss. Verlice was taken into custody earlier this morning and right now she is a minor without a parental guardian to sign her release and take her in. We are hoping that you will otherwise she will be placed in foster care here" as soon and she said this immediately I replied.

"Yes yes, I will definitely take her in. Please send the DNA results and all proper documents needed to gain guardianship over her to my office immediately and I can arrive in New York in within 9 hours"

"Great, I will send over all documents and I hope to see you soon"

With that she hung up the phone and I stayed where I was, rooted to my chair, unable to fully comprehend that our Roman could be back.

Soon I snapped out of my daze and hurried out of my office to my room, swiftly packing an overnight bag for the trip if needed and called Cy hurriedly.

******
Cy: bold Remy: regular

Hello?

Cy.. I have a meeting to attend in New York with a possible vender so I'm leaving for it right away, can you let the twins know I'll be back in a couple days at most?

Wait what, Rem you didn't let me know there was a new vender, I should at least run a background check on them before you go to make sure they are legit.

Cy, it's fine. I'm leaving in the next ten minutes so keep everyone in order while I'm gone. Also send someone down to clean up cell 8 at the warehouse, there's more than one body.

Alright, just be safe.

Will do.

******
With that I hung up the phone, walking outside the penthouse and down to the underground parking lot where my driver was waiting.

After arriving at the jet I walked inside and sat down, exhausted from thinking about all the possibilities that this couldn't be our Roman, that this is just another mistake of identity and that thought alone had me terrified.

"Hello Sir, I'll be your flight attendant for the flight today, is there anything else I can get you?" the woman in front of me asked as she placed down my usual bourbon before straightening out politely with her hands crossed behind her.

"No, that'll be all" I said.

Nodding slightly, she walked away as I grabbed the glass, bringing it to my lips and tasting the warming alcohol.

With that the plane started taking off after the pilot's announcement.

9 more hours, 9 more hours and I'll see our tulipe.