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At the same time, a man emerged from a limo to meet us – along with six ominous-looking foot soldiers in black suits and sunglasses.

The man was a rugged fifty-something with a grey-streaked beard and slightly long hair. He would have looked like an old rock-and-roller if it weren’t for his $10,000 suit.

“Fausto!” he cried out with a smile.

“Giovanni,” Fausto said warmly.

They hugged like old friends.

“What’s this?” Fausto said, gesturing around at the grimy street. “Showing me the best parts of your kingdom?”

Severino chuckled, though it sounded forced. “Thank you for indulging me. Obviously, I need to make sure all parties adhere to the rules.”

“Uh-huh,” Fausto said noncommittally. “Have you seen my nephews yet?”

“I have. They arrived earlier.”

Fausto’s face twisted with hatred. “Did they gloat about killing my son?”

“I’m sorry for your loss, old friend… but the Council starts tomorrow.”

“You’re voting for me, aren’t you?” Fausto asked.

“As the host, I must listen to all the evidence impartially.”

Fausto made a sour face. “After all we’ve been through, you’re going to play the impartial judge?”

“Let’s get you to your accommodations,” Severino said and gently took Fausto by the arm.

Fausto knew enough not to press further, and we climbed into the limo with Severino.

The residence we arrived at was magnificent: a medieval-erapalazzoto the east of the ancient Roman Forum. We had awonderful view of the ruins, with a distant view of the Palatine Hill to the west and a partial view of the Colosseum to the south.

“My staff is the best in the city,” Severino said. “Dinner will be impeccable. Anything else you need, just ask.”

“How about justice?” Fausto grumbled.

“Perhaps we can deliver that tomorrow,” Severino replied. “A car will arrive at 9AM to pick you up and deliver you to the meeting place.”

“Is it asecret?”Fausto asked sarcastically.

“You know it is. I’ll see you in the morning. Oh… and I need you to promise me you won’t get up to any mischief while you’re in my city. No seeking out vengeance.”

“Who, me?” Fausto said with faux innocence.

Severino looked at him likeStop fucking around.

“Alright, alright,” Fausto muttered. “I promise.”

“Good man,” Severino said. “See you tomorrow morning.”

He was halfway across the room when Fausto called out, “Good to see you again, old friend.”

Severino stopped and turned, then replied with both warmth and sadness.

“…you, too.”

Then he walked out.

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