Pauly's POV.
“Did you want cream in your coffee?" Eleanor asks over her shoulder.
I sat on the edge of the bed in our surprisingly comfortable one-bedroom rented apartment. It afforded me a luxurious view of not only my home city but the beautiful woman who so willingly accompanied me on this crazy, perhaps stupid task.
After leaving the ring, my cousin, and Andrei in it, Eleanor and I returned to our apartment. The irony that it was on loan from the very firm that employed the now mayor of Philadelphia didn't surpass me. Eleanor's degree of connection to this man, and his connection to the Syndicate was enough to keep me up alone. But I found myself struggling to sleep for entirely different reasons.
I wrestled against the pull of sleep and the call of Eleanor's warm body cuddled
