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“Your brother has pissed off the wrong people, Miss Garo, and if they can’t find him, the Tirana’s will settle for your head on a platter.”
“And I’m assuming that you’re the one who plans on bringing them my head,” she said.
“Sure,” he breathed, “and if I fail, there will be others coming for you. You’ll never be safe again.”
“We’ll see about that,” she taunted, “but until that happens, I’m going to go on living my life. Sorry that I can’t say the same about you.” She stepped from the shadows and this time; she didn’t aim for his leg. No, this time, she hit him square in the chest and watched as the life drained from his eyes.
“Asshole,” she breathed, walking past his dead body and back out into the cold night air.
Rovena pulled her cell phone from her pocket and called her older brother, Edon. He was the head of the Garo family Syndicate now and he’d be the one to help her out of this jam.
“What’s up Rovena?” he asked.
“I just killed a man and I need your help,” she said.
“What the hell? You killed a man?” he shouted.
“Yeah, he’s a Tirana and he followed me into an abandoned warehouse on Fifth Street. He told me that the family wanted their pound of flesh for what Bekim did by taking Amra. They can’t find him, so they’ll settle for any of us.”
“Shit,” Edon said. “I knew that this was going to happen. Bekim went up against the wrong family and now, we’re all going to pay the price. Where are you now?” he asked.
“I’m getting a car and I’ll be home in about ten minutes,” she said.
“You can’t go back to your place,” he said. “If they’ve already found you downtown, they’ll know where you live. Come to my office,” he ordered. “We can figure out where you go from there.”
“I have excellent security, Edon,” she said. “I’m sure that the Tirana’s won’t be able to get to me there,” she assured.
“It’s not safe, Rovena,” he growled. “For once, can you please just do what I tell you to do? I’m trying to save your life.” That was what he usually said to her when he wanted to boss her around, but this time, he might just be right. The guy in the warehouse warned her that there would be others trying to find her if he failed. Going back to her place might be a huge mistake.
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll be over to your office in fifteen,” she offered. “I’ll also consider what you want for me to do, but you have to remember that I’m a grown woman now, Edon. The choice will ultimately lie with me, got it?” she asked.
“Whatever just watch your ass and get here safe,” he ordered.
Rovena ended the call and dropped the phone back into her very expensive handbag. “Bossy,” she breathed as she waved down a car. A promise was a promise though—she’d hear him out and then, she’d have to decide what her next move would be.
Jak
Jak Tirana had to be crazy for agreeing to help Edon Garo’s little sister. He was out of his damn mind for saying that he’d take her to America when there was a bounty on her head. She was a princess and the last thing he needed was to have to deal with a Garo princess. In fact, he’d rather do just about anything else than have to deal with her dismissive attitude toward him. What choice did he have? The Tirana’s had put a bounty on her head. Hell, the bounty was her head on a silver platter, and he was expected to deliver it to his family. He was in love with Rovena Garo and had been since they were both six years old, but she didn’t know that, and probably never would. Rovena had ignored him for the past ten years and he had a feeling that nothing he could do would change that.
“She’s not going to go for it, Edon,” he said. He had only said that to Rovena’s older brother about a dozen times since Edon told him the plan. “She’s not going to run off to America with me. You and I both know that she won’t run at all. Your sister is a fighter, not a runner.”
“I get it, but you’re her oldest friend,” Edon reminded. He used to be, but that hadn’t been true for some time now.
“She hasn’t spoken to me in almost ten years now. Edon, she won’t listen to me. Hell, she doesn’t even listen to you,” Jak said.
“Thanks for reminding me of that,” Edon grumbled. “Listen, she’s my little sister and I can’t let her stay in Albania when your family wants her dead,” he said.
“Hey, don’t blame me for my family’s shitty decisions. I’d never hurt your sister, no matter what the bounty is on her head,” Jak admitted. “I’m in love with her.”
“Jesus,” Edon grumbled. “Does she know that?”
“What—no,” Jak almost shouted. “And she can’t know. I’ve kept that a secret since we were just kids.”
“I’m sorry,” Edon said.
“Listen, you and I both know that your sister can be a bit stubborn, and maybe someday I’ll work up the nerve to admit my feelings to her, but today is not that day,” Jak said. He had a feeling that he might never work up the guts to tell her that he loved her.
“Jak,” Edon breathed. “If you love Rovena, help me to save her. Take her to America. Do whatever it takes to make that happen and keep her safe there until I can figure out this mess.” Edon looked so sincere, and he knew what his answer had to be. “Please,” Edon begged.
