Page 192 of La Dolce Vita

He winked. She went back inside the house.

“So. Things in the Campania. You still going through with this plan?” Henry asked.

"It's in motion," Giovanni said.

“And this Tacchini person, you can trust him?”

“As much as I can trust any clan boss. Yes. I trust him.”

“All over revenge? We talked a few years ago about you taking a different path. The guns I understand. But you’re into some heavy shit now brother. Heroine? The Armenian’s, the Triad, the Turks.”

“It’s complicated. I had to do what I could to find her,” Giovani admitted.

“You aren’t a drug dealer. Your father was a piece of shit, but he wasn’t a drug dealer. You have your wife. You could lose her and everything if you stay on this road.”

Giovanni didn’t answer. He sipped his water and swatted at a bug buzzing by his head.

“And the Mafia? Sicily? You’re going after the entire pie. That’s too big of a bite.La Cosa Nostrais here in America. You’re not talking about just Interpol but the American government putting you in their sights. That doesn’t end well for men like you.”

He nodded. “It appears that way now. But I have a plan. A solid one.”

Henry sighed. “What else do you need from me? I’m not dealing with theWestiesanymore Gio. Once they started dealing in heroin and not guns we parted ways."

“I know. I know. But what if I were to give them the Armenians and Turks? What if I made them stronger than the Triad by giving the Neapolitan channel? Turn it all over to them? Would they be interested?”

Henry smiled. “You know the answer to that.”

“Henry!” Lorenzo said.

Giovanni looked up to his cousin’s arrival. Henry stood. The two men gave a very brotherly hug. “It’s been too long! Too long!”

“I hear you’re a married man now. Baby on the way?” Henry asked.

“Yeah, wife is inside,” Lorenzo said.

“Congrats.” Henry sat down. There wasn’t a seat for Lorenzo. His cousin went over to the edge of the porch and leaned on the banister. Giovanni could tell by his clenched jaw that Lorenzo was not pleased about Henry’s arrival.

“So, I hear you two had an interesting night.”

“You heard about that?” Lorenzo asked.

Henry smiled. “His name is Dietrich ‘Cutter’ Grayson. Boxing promoter. Turns out he does a lot of business in New York with friends of mine.”

“Irish boys?” Lorenzo tossed out.

Henry smiled but didn’t answer Lorenzo. He turned his gaze to Giovanni. “What is it you want? A scare, more?”

“Meeting, tonight. Can that be arranged?”

"He's back in Norfolk. I can have a friend arrange it. Giovanni, it can't be connected to me. You understand. I'll make the transfer."

“How far of a drive is Norfolk from here?” Lorenzo asked.

“Two hours. Another three hours to Philadelphia.”

“That’s too close Gio. We need to make it happen a little further from home.” Lorenzo said.

“Philadelphia?” Henry said. “We can get him there. That’s about six hours from here. We leave around four. I’ll need to make some calls.” he said and stood. Giovanni nodded that he could use the phone inside the house. Henry left to ask the women for a phone. Lorenzo exhaled loudly.

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