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Giselle

Waiting at the airport with Mr. Kelhani on a Friday afternoon, I anxiously wait for my brother. He texted me a couple of minutes ago saying that he was on his way to the exit. This would be the first time since Christmas, that I have seen him in person and I've been looking forward to it. Michael and I are so close and we always have been, growing up. We were always inseparable and after finally getting out of the system, it made us closer than ever because of the times that we were separated. But when our sister died, I moved not to long after that, and for a while, it put a bit of a strain in our relationship. Sometimes I wonder if it's still there, and I hate feeling like that. Could it also just be the distance between us? He's all the way in Florida, and I'm up here in New York. He's the only family I have left and I don't want to lose him, which is why I'm happy that Michael is coming, even if it's just for the weekend. Maybe one of the things we could talk about is how to better our relationship.

My heart speeds up when I see him. Six foot six of muscles and tattoos. Dark blue jeans, and a black shirt with his dark hair that he had grown out a little more, tied up into a ponytail. Suitcase rolling behind him, and his phone in his free hand. If you didn't know him, you would probably think he does something physical for a career with how built he is. Something that involved him using his hands from how rough they are. But he was a Criminal Justice Major, just like me and graduated with both his Bachelor's and his Master's with high honors and works with Cybersecurity and Digital Forensics. Has all these certifications for it and everything. He gives me that smile of his and I couldn't help but return it and run over to him.

"You're finally here." I say, when I run into his arms. "You're here."

"I've missed you so much." He says in a deep voice, picking me up as we hug.

Stepping back, I take his face in my hands and look up at him. From his blue eyes that go from being as deep as the ocean to as light as can possibly be. Clean shaven face and cologne that filled my nose. One of my favorites of his. Strong jawline. Similar nose to mine. If you look closely enough, you'll see some light freckles. We look similar to each other with our obvious differences.

"How was your flight?" I ask.

"It was good." He replies. "Had my music and read a bit. Is the car with the guy supposed to be ours?"

I turned my attention to what he was referring to and smiled. "Yup."

"Curtesy of your boyfriend?" Michael softly asks.

"You haven't even met him yet and you already don't like him." I say and I drop my hands to my side, trying to not play with them.

He lifts my chin so I could look up at him. "I didn't say that, Giselle. This is just the first guy you've dated that's ever provided a ride."

Security tells us that we have to get moving, and so we do. I introduce him to Mr. Khelani and we get his bag in the trunk before getting into the car. The two get to talking and asking little questions about each other, though I could tell that Michael hesitates a bit. He hasn't always been the type to immediately let someone in and I don't blame him. When we get to my place, I show him to his room so that he could put his stuff down and get some rest while I take Jackson out for a walk after getting him out of the room that my bother will be in. Coming back, I see him in the kitchen drinking some water.

"This place is spotless." Michael says, taking another sip. "You used to hate cleaning at one point, remember that?"

I laugh softly. "Yes, but I also like to have a clean place, and clean clothes. So I grew out of that."

"You don't have a lot of stuff here." He adds, looking over at me.

"I never had a lot of stuff, no matter where I lived." I say. "We were always moving around growing up so there was never any reason to have a whole bunch of stuff. I guess, that habit kind of stuck with me."

Michael gives me a curious look. "Do you ever plan on leaving New York? Moving out to Florida? You've mentioned in the past that you wanted to. Does that still stand?"

"I still think about it." I say, watching as Jackson comes in between us and nudges my leg.

"Don't let someone keep you from going somewhere, GG." He says. "You're really smart, and you're really good at your job. One of the best. Don't limit yourself because of someone or something. If he's the one, it'll work out."

I give him a small smile, as I scratch Jackson's head. I know he's right, and I've mentioned to Roman before we started dating that I had thought about going back to Florida. But how would he react if I decided to actually go ahead with it? He has just about everything that has to do with his career, here in New York. How can I ask him to pick up and move to another state? I know his family is there in Florida, but this is his career. This is how he makes his money. But a part of me feels that in a situation like that, I would want him to choose me. To always choose me, regardless of anyone or anything.

"Are you mad that I moved back up here?" I ask him.

"Nah." He replies, shaking his head. "You did what was right for you at the time and I can't hold that against you and be mad about that. I wish we were closer together so we could see each other more often. But I'm not mad. I just want you to be okay and happy."

The next day Michael and I are trying to do as many things as possible after having an active early morning with Jackson. We went to the Brooklyn Bridge where we met with Jenny and her boyfriend and walked it, taking pictures in the process.

"So how's the girlfriend?" I ask my bother as we take in the sights of both cars and people that are making their way across one of New York's many bridges.

"She's doing good. Busy working like always, but she does say hi and that she wants you again soon." He says with a smile.

They've been together for a little over a year now and I saw her during Christmas when she came up to New York with Michael. Her name is Jennifer and we met a couple of months after they started dating. This is the happiest that I have ever seen him and I'm happy for him. She's an amazing girl with her own career going for her, the CEO of her own business, a foundation called Always and Forever. It helps single mothers and fathers with the sources that they need to help raise their kids and help keep them together. It provides them with meals and sources for education, housing and jobs while making sure that the kids stay in school and keep their attendance in good standing to avoid problems with Children's Services. It hit close to Michael's heart, seeing as how we were put in foster care and stayed there for the remainder of our childhood, and were some of the many children that the system didn't help when it came to the families that we were put with.

"We'll definitely make it happen." I say, squeezing his arm. "I miss her."

Once we make our way over the bridge, we walk to the train station to make the trip to Coney Island. The place was full of people and we had to make sure we didn't lose each other in the crowds. We got on some rides before eating some Nathan's hot dogs while we walked on the boardwalk and making the journey back into the city to get to One World Observatory which is in Lower Manhattan. It has some of the best views of the city, and when the sun is setting, it's absolutely beautiful. If you ever get the chance to come here during sunset and stay until the Skyline lights up at night, try it. The Observatory, is also known as the Freedom Towers. It was built where the World Trade Centers once stood before the 9/11 attacks and will always be a part of New York's history.

"This is amazing." Michael says, taking in the view from the 102nd floor. "A city so big and full of people going on about their day and their life, like they do every day. I wanted to get the hell out of here when we were younger. I loved it here, but I just wanted to go somewhere else and start new. Make something better for myself."

"You've done that for yourself." I tell him. "I'm proud of you for everything you've accomplished. You've done a really good job at making a good life for yourself, Michael."

"We made it and we turned out okay." He says quietly, looking out the windows.

Tears sting my eyes, as the thot of our sister creeps in. I wish she was here in this moment, with us. Taking in this view with us. I didn't realize I had been quietly crying until Michael hugged me and kissed my head.

"I know." He whispers as tears roll down my face. "I miss her, too. It's okay."

"I wish she was still here." I softly say.

Michael tightens his grip and keeps me in his arms. He lets me cry, while he tries to comfort me. We still have each other, like we always did and will continue to do so.

Roman

I make my way to the restaurant to meet up with Giselle and her other, Michael who is here in New York for the weekend. He's staying with Giselle at her place and I wanted to give them space to spend as much time together as possible without any interference from me and having things be awkward. I know how much it means to Giselle to have us meet, and I knew that the day would eventually come. He's the only relative she has left in her life and I could tell by the way she talked about him, that their relationship was important to her. That their bond was real and strong. I waited a couple of minutes outside the restaurant once I got there, before I felt a gentle poke on my shoulder. Turning around, I smile seeing Giselle in a dress that reached a few inches above her knees, and spaghetti straps, with a light sweater in her hands, showing her naturally tan skin. Her long, curly hair was up in a ponytail and she had sandles on, showing her toes.

"Hi." She softly says with that smile of hers that made the corner of her eyes crinkle.

"Hey." I say with a smile of my own, giving her a kiss before hugging her. "You look beautiful."

I see her cheeks turn a shade of pink when I pull away, and I give her a kiss. A few quick words and another kiss before she introduces me to her brother.

"Michael, this is Roman." Giselle says, pulling my hand to bring me closer to him. "Roman, this is my brother, Michael."

"Nice to finally meet you." He says, extending his hand.

I take his hand. "Nice to meet you, as well."

Michael is a large man. Taller than me by a couple of inches and you can tell he works out by how in shape he is. Blue eyes like Giselle. Dark hair. Protectively stands by his sister when he steps back. Hearing her voice asking if we could go in now, I turned my attention back to her and smile. Signaling to the door, we went in and followed the hostess to our seat. It was the same restaurant that I had my birthday dinner and party, thanks to Giselle. I know this is one of her favorite restaurants here in New York and though it would be a good place for her brother to come. The place was busy tonight and was crowded more than usual. Then again, weather wise, it was a really nice night out and a weekend. Once we ordered, we got to talking about how their day went and all of the things they did. Their most favorite place was the Observatory where they saw the skyline during sunset.

"What do you do for work, if you don't mind me asking." I said as we started eating.

"Digital Forensics and Cyber Security." He says. "A bit more on the cyber security part. I hear you're a very successful businessman. Something with shipping."

I look over at him to see him already looking on. He arches an eyebrow and I make a mental note about him. "Yeah, shipping. But you already knew that."

"You already knew about what I do." Michael says, and I see it in his eyes. "But you asked, anyways."

With that look in his eyes, I can see why people would find him intimidating. His looks add to it. But this man is smart. Incredibly smart, and someone who doesn't know any better, would think that with his calm demeanor, he's not capable of letting his temper go off the rails if provoked. He just knows how to pick and choose his battles. One look at Giselle though and his features relax as he smiles over at her. Making a face and saying something in Spanish, causes her to giggle before she responds. In that moment, you could see a hint of the gentle side of him that she had mentioned he had.

"What are your intentions with my sister?" Michael asks. "Are you in this long term, short term? Do you see her in your future?"

"I've always wanted long term with her." I say, looking over at Giselle who's eyes meet mine. "I want a future with her by my side. I'm the happiest I've ever been with her and I know it's not always with how busy I get and the times I have to travel. But I look at her and see one of the strongest women I've ever met. That doesn't mean that I put her through things just because I think she can handle it. I actually admire it. It's not easy having a loving heart in a world where people and things can be so cruel. As for my intentions, do I want her to have a happily ever after? Absolutely. I just want it to be with me."

Something passes in her eyes and I'm not sure what it is. Giselle's face doesn't show it and she doesn't speak on it. But the smile on her face makes me want to do anything possible to see it again and again. It's been a while since I've thought about having a future with someone. With Giselle, it's all I want and then some. I want it all with her and I want it for the rest of my life. I knew when I saw her that Giselle was going to be a dangerous woman. But I'm so in love with her, and I don't know when it happened. It did, though and I don't regret one moment of it.

"So you want marriage and kids?" He asks. "You want to settle down and have that and everything that comes it? You're going to put Giselle first every single time? I'm sure you have to put in a lot of time and effort into what you do in order to get to where you are now. You're a billionaire with a multi-billion dollar business. How do I know, how would she know that you won't only remember her when you got free time? That she'll be your first priority?"

Giselle looks over at him, as if asking him to take it easy.

"Look, I know I've spent years building up what I have." I say. "You're right, it takes time and effort to make it this far. It takes dedication and you have to want it because it's not easy. But when you want something or someone bad enough, you'll do whatever you have to do to get and keep it. I'd do anything for Giselle. Anything to make her happy because she's more important to me than anything and anything to keep her. I can replace money, I can replace anything material. I can work my way back up, but I can't replace her. I can't replace how happy she makes me and how much better she makes things for me. For my life. So yeah, I want everything with her. Giselle is more important to me than all of it."

After dinner, which felt like it lasted forever, the three of us went out for some drinks at a local bar that was nearby. Giselle stayed close by to the both of us, while holding on to my hand. With her brother and I by her side, the guys didn't come around her. Which was better for both him and I. Michael looked like he was more than willing to put a guy in his place for even looking at her. Despite the interrogation every now and then, he's a nice guy and incredibly smart. Can hold a conversation about something and actually know what he's talking about instead of pretending that he does. When Giselle goes to the bathroom, its not until she's far enough away that he talks again.

"I'm sorry for being a bit of a hard ass earlier." He says. "I just love Giselle very much and I want to see her happy. She's been through a lot, we both have and she deserves to be happy and to have good things happen to her. When it comes to relationships, she deserves somebody who's loves her the way she deserves and won't change a thing about her. She deserves somebody who's going to treat her the way she deserves to be treated. This is the first time in a long while that she's wanted me to meet somebody that she's with and so I know it must be something serious to her. When it comes to guys who have a lot of money and are successful, like you are, I've heard it time and again, where they get this huge flock of people throwing themselves at them and for the wrong reasons and whatnot. Point is that I don't want her to get hurt, even though I see that you love her. I want to see that she's in good hands."

"Is it that obvious that I love her?" I ask, taking a sip of my drink.

"By that, I assume that she doesn't know." Michael says.

I shake my head. "My last relationship didn't end too well, so trying to take it easy." I say. "A part of it was my fault because I guess I wasn't paying enough attention to her. I was too busy caught up in wanting to keep working and working. We were on and off anyways and had been for a while, even though it didn't start off that way. She found someone else during one of our 'off' times and went back to him every time since. So yeah. I know better this time, than to put someone I love and care about second to my career. You'll regret losing someone like Giselle."

Feeling a warm hand on my arm, I look to see Giselle trying to squeeze in between us. She looked so tiny in between us, even as she hooked her arms through ours. "Are we behaving ourselves?"

I smile and kiss her head. We asked her if she was ready to go and left, leaving a tip for the bartender. Holding hands, I stayed close by to her while holding her sweater. We walked around, people watched, talked, and laughed before we got back to the entrance of my building. I had Mr. Kelhani waiting for them since Giselle and Michael were staying at her place and she had to go check on Jackson as well.

"I know you said yo were leaving tomorrow, so I was wondering if you wanted to meet up for breakfast before you left." I suggested to Michael and Giselle. "We could go out somewhere. I know Giselle loves Ihop."

She giggles and gave the most adorable little smile before Michael replies. "That sounds good. Let's pick a time and whatnot, and we'll see each other tomorrow."

Michael and I say our goodbyes to each other before he gets into the car. I hand Giselle her sweater and wrap my arms around her.

"Thank you for being patient with him." She softly says, looking up at me. "I know he's not the easiest person when he's being protective of me. "

"I get it. He loves you very much." I say, touching her nose with mine. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

She nods. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Or later, whichever you'd like." I add.

Giselle laughs and I can't help but smile. We share a kiss before I help her get in the car. I step back after closing the door and watch as they leave. I immediately miss her and want her to come back and stay with me instead. But I want her to enjoy her time with her brother, and not be in the way of it. I let out a sigh and go back to my place. When I do, I go into the kitchen to get some water and hear my phone. I check and see that it's a text. It was from one of the people that I had gotten to try to investigate further, the guy that has been following Giselle. We had seen him earlier in the week and one of our security, was able to get some pictures of him.

"We got a match. Let us know when you want to meet up and discuss."