Pauly’s POV.

“Jesus.” Mo’s mouth falls open as we step into the lobby of the Mancini’s penthouse. “These people are loaded. Sure we can’t blackmail them while we are at it?”

“Focus, Mo.” My voice is low.

My mind is laser-focused on the task at hand. There’s too much weighing on tonight’s meeting with Philadelphia’s youngest crime family. Too many people relying on me. I can’t afford to grow distracted ...