Chapter 63

I slide into the private jet seat, quietly laughing at the emblazoned gold ‘C’ logo on absolutely everything in a very amused manner that gets a shrug from Alexi. It’s not his plane, but it belongs to his cousin or something, and I get a kick out of the familiar iconic mark everywhere. I have sometimes seen it on buildings in the city and paperwork in the office. Carrero is a household name in many high-quality products and services in the States. It’s not Alexi’s trademark, but the business tycoons in the family use it to solidify a brand.

I move in and slump down into the moulded leather of the best aeroplane seat I have ever sat on, enjoying the feeling of well-designed comfort as my weary bones unfurl. Even though this belongs to the family, I’m sure he could afford one of his own with his money and wonder why he doesn’t. He travels enough to warrant it. I don’t understand the dynamics of the Carreros at all, or how the underworld and above-board sides coexist and share ye