Lawson ended up staying to keep Svafa company. After all, she got hurt because he was way too rough.
Made Lawson realize just how terrifying his Ironman physique really was. Going forward, he needed to take it easy with women around him.
But Svafa admitted to Lawson that she got hurt not just because he kept pedal to metal, but also because she hadn't had sex in long time.
After chatting for bit, Svafa curled up in Lawson's arms and fell fast asleep again.
After that, Lawson truly believed Svafa had terrible sleep issues. She woke up almost exactly every two hours, practically down to minute.
Every time she opened eyes, she looked incredibly on edge. Gaze only softened back to normal when she saw Lawson's face.
This weird, hardwired discipline made Lawson highly curious about what Svafa actually used to do.
Too bad Svafa clearly didn't want to talk about it. Whenever Lawson brought it up, she changed subject.
After going back and forth like this few times, Lawson himself drifted off to sleep.
When he opened eyes, saw Svafa lying on his chest, staring blankly at his face.
"Lawson, how did you sleep?"
Judging by Svafa's radiant expression, she obviously slept great. Lawson, however, wasn't nearly as comfortable.
After all, having smoking-hot mature woman pinned on top of him while he couldn't move was pure torture.
"Terrible! You satisfied, Linsey? I'm going home to catch up on sleep. Whatever you need, we'll talk next time."
Svafa bit lip, looking at Lawson.
"If you want to sleep, you can use my bedroom."
"Forget it! How am I supposed to get good sleep with you around!"
Lawson stretched out half of body that went numb from Svafa sleeping on him all night, then stood up to leave.
Right then, Svafa called out to him again.
"Lawson, wait!"
Saying that, Svafa stood up awkwardly, walked into room, and pulled out two document folders. Handed them to Lawson.
These folders looked exactly like intel files Lawson bought from her on Rupert Lawrence and Donnie Brasco.
"Here are two intel files. One is Francis Ricci file you asked for. Other is file FBI agent requested three days ago. Can you take it to bar for me?"
Holding two files, Lawson's expression turned weird.
"Linsey, aren't you worried I'll peek at someone else's intel?"
"Peek if you want. It's just file on small-time bank GM, not highly classified document."
Svafa clearly didn't care. Eyes stayed locked on Lawson.
Lawson nodded, grabbing files, and pushed open apartment door.
"Lawson, would you still be willing to hold me while I sleep?"
Svafa's voice trembled slightly behind him. Lawson turned around, shooting her surprised look.
Right now, stunning boss lacked usual seductive vibe. Lawson felt like he was looking at innocent young girl.
"Sure, but next time I won't just be holding you."
"Then you can't be that rough!"
"Uh-huh! Long as you don't provoke me!"
With that, Lawson left Svafa's apartment.
Back at his own place, Lawson ripped open both files to take look.
David Abbott's file wasn't anything special. Mostly confirmed what Lawson already guessed.
But Francis Ricci's identity left Lawson seriously shocked.
Guy wasn't just lawyer. He was godson of current Bonanno family boss, Martin Bonanno, and also served as family's Consigliere.
Need to explain Mafia's internal structure here.
Guy in power of Mafia family is usually called Boss. Head honcho.
Under Boss is Underboss. Second-in-command.
Mafia bosses usually divide turf into several territories, and Underbosses are guys running those territories.
Basically equivalent to high-ranking gang lieutenant or shot-caller running specific neighborhood.
Below Underboss is Capo, meaning captain or crew boss.
These are mid-level managers inside Mafia, reporting to Underboss or Boss.
Further down are ground-level mobsters, known as Soldiers.
That's main internal structure of Mafia. But outside this hierarchy, there are two special roles.
Consigliere and Associate.
Consigliere is easy to understand. Like advisor or white-paper guy in traditional street gangs.
But Mafia Consigliere doesn't hold direct command power. Reports only to Boss, mostly having authority to participate in high-level decision-making. Highly respected position.
As for Associate, it's bit awkward. Role is basically outsourced labor. Means you aren't made man, but you do jobs for Mafia.
Phil, Dennis, and two burly guys Lawson killed few days ago were all Mafia Soldiers.
Donnie, on other hand, was Associate without official made man status.
Back in day, getting initiated into Mafia was incredibly tough. Had to be first-generation Italian immigrant just to join.
Later, rules relaxed. Long as you were Italian-American and spoke Italian, you were good.
Nowadays, even Black guys have shot at running with mob.
Course, if you want to enter management, you still gotta be Italian-American and speak language.
Francis Ricci was old Martin Bonanno's godson and Bonanno family Consigliere. No wonder Svafa said he was heavy hitter.
But that made Lawson even more confused. If he remembered correctly, Dom said underground street race was organized by young master of Bonanno family.
Since they were both Bonanno family members, why would Francis Ricci snitch on race?
Could it be...
Lawson's expression instantly turned weird. This kind of shit had happened countless times throughout history.
For power, women, or wealth, blood relatives slaughtering each other wasn't exactly unheard of.
Humanity's insatiable desires always drove them to do horrific things.
After figuring out situation, Lawson realized he wasn't just going to be facing cops in underground street race. Definitely needed to make more preparations.
After dropping Abbott's file off at Sangiovese, Lawson rented garage and started modding Dodge Viper.
Since buying it, Lawson basically used Dodge Viper as daily driver. Aside from fixing few minor issues, hadn't touched it.
Now, to tackle 3-Star Hot Pursuit gig, Lawson was ready to bust out true power of Gearhead Trump Card!