Pauly’s POV.

“Paul,” Eleanor’s voice startles me awake. “Paul, your phone.”

The name that flashes on the screen of my phone sends a cold finger of fear down my spine. I rush out of the bed. Grasping my phone in my hand I walked to the living room before I answer it.

“Ren?” I force down the feeling of panic waiting for the Underboss to respond.

Flashes of imagery of my sister in states of ...