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Twenty-four: Niccolo Capaldi

Twenty-four

Niccolo Capaldi

The first time I remember I shot something, I was fifteen years-old. It was my birthday. My father let me and my brother skip school that day. Luca and me weren’t twins, but we were born a year apart. We’d started school at the same time because my mom hadn’t wanted Luca or me to be lonely. “Where are you taking us, Pop?” Luca asked. We were in the back of a black sedan.

“Maybe we could catch a movie,” said Luca, “or go to that diner Mom used to take us to after church.”

Giuseppe shook his head. “No. Today, you’re going to work with me. You know our family owns much of Boston. We’re trying to buy a particular borough of the city. There’s another family that would like to have that same part. We’re meeting to give them. I think you’re old enough to see what the family business is up close.”

I glanced at my brother. Luca’s face fell. I knew he’d been hoping for a normal afternoon with Pop, but that wasn’t the k
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