
“How are you adjusting?”
That’s the question I remember my mother asking when I had first arrived in Italy. The culture shock is crazy for someone who hasn’t been overseas. While the city of Milan had its own type of beauty, the city of Reggio Calabria had a timeless beauty to it. I loved it here, but it still didn’t feel quite like home yet. Maybe it was because of how hectic my life had become.
I was rich, somewhat famous and obviously stood out like a sore thumb. Everywhere I went there were people who wanted an autograph or a picture. Don’t get me wrong, it was fun to make peoples day, but after a while I just wanted to go sightseeing without someone stopping me for a word or a hug. It was a big difference from the life of anonymity I had in Chicago. Italians loved soccer, and Reggina was the main club in this city. The phone in my hotel room rang.
“How’s the new city?” Theo asked.
“Good until you called. What do you want?”
“I’ve got a job for you,” he started.
“It’ll be a little hard to do your dirty work here,” I said, “Everyone knows me now.”
“Congrats on finally being as famous as your brother,” he laughed, “But seriously Alvin, I need you to go to a meeting for me with Leonardo Valente. He’s in town at one of their warehousing facilities.”
I left my hotel and headed to the warehouse. It wasn’t too far from the city center, but it was in the more industrial part of Reggio Calabria. I walked into the place and was checked in by the two guards at the front. I found it a little strange that they had holstered guns, but then again who knows what I was getting into. As I walked it looked like what you would think you would see in a warehouse. There were all types of freight everywhere lined up in rows. Forklifts drove this way and that, with foremen and supervisors yelling this way and that. The guard escorted me to an office where another gentleman patted me down again. He then opened a door to a secluded office away from the noise of the warehouse. As I entered to office I noticed a slightly built middle aged gentleman sitting in an oversized high backed chair. On his right stood a grinning man who couldn’t have been much older than me. Something about that grin was very off putting, like it was out of place. The man in the chair motioned for me to sit. As I sat down, I noticed the man who had let me in closed the door and stood blocking it. I nervously looked at the man in the chair.
“So that idiota thinks he can mess with me, does he?” he said seriously. “Does he take me for a fool?”
“Sir, I don’t understand…”
“Of course you don’t,” he interrupted, “I deal with children instead of grown men,” he sighed. “All these kids think they know how to do business because of this tecnologia. The bubble burst, yet still I am presented with this,” he said as he motioned towards me. “I can’t take this, Gino, kill this errand boy and let’s get back to work.”
“What?” I squeaked. The big guy by the door pulled out the largest knife I had ever seen and began to walk towards me. I was frozen in my chair scared witless, and I could only watch in horror as he raised it above my head.
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