Chapter 7
Paolo
For the first time in my life I’m off-kilter. I don’t consider myself a real emotional guy. If s**t upsets me, I bang some heads and I feel better. End of story.
But this is different. It’s a low-level unease. Not anger. Maybe it’s my non-existent f*****g conscience waking up. I didn’t like letting Caitlin go, and as the days wear on, that sensation only increases.
I pay a visit to Junior and Gio, my brothers who live locally to find out if they remember anything about Lake West. Neither remembers any more than I do. The guy was shady—possibly a middle man for stolen goods—but not much else. Gio thinks he might have worked for the Russian bratva. Not Vlad’s cell, but an older organization. One we had some uneasy ties with at one point. If that’s true, it could’ve been o
