Pauly’s POV.

“Let’s go over the list again,” Mo says, easing himself into the cracked leather office chair.

Mo had a special talent for making every single space his. There wasn’t one place he ever walked into that he didn’t own. Confidence wasn’t lacking with the barely five-foot-three man. Mo stretched his short legs out onto Andrei’s desk, a wide easy smile settling on his face.

Andrei, on the other hand, was close to his boiling ...