New York, Seven Years Ago
Rocco paced back and forth across his office floor slowly, his eyes staring daggers at the lack of calls or texts from his little sister on his phone. A knock on his office door broke through his silent rage. Ian poked his head in, looking none too pleased himself.
"You'll never guess who just strolled into the club."
"About damn time she checked in!" Rocco bellowed.
"Yeah," Ian nodded gingerly. "And she's got company."