As long as Mary was able to remember, she had never been one for flying. The private jet did alleviate her stress a bit, especially with as luxurious as it was. She was glad that Kenta was still good at what he did and spared no expense to accommodate them on their flight to Paris.
Mary shifted ever so slightly at the thought of the city. It was, without a doubt, the other elephant in the room. She knew they’d have to hash it out and get past her reluctance for the city, but for now, her main priority was Rocco and taking care of Vincento and the Flannigans once and for all.
“Little Rose,” Takeshi’s voice broke through her thoughts as he appeared in front of her with a glass of whiskey, “Kenta was able to track down a little something for us.” He pulled out his phone and showed her the screen with a foreign number on it.
“Who does that belong to?” She chuckled.
“Mickey’s older brother, by the name of Donny.” Takeshi answered with a smirk.