luca romano | four | FIN [cb]

"There are far too many family businesses in this District."

“So, it’s not a dying trade then.”

“There is a lot of competition.”

“I guess we will just have to fight it.”

Fish hooks and crabbing pots, all untouched and some still in the wrapping; an untainted disguise for all the stacks of cash that run through the hands of the Romanos.

”Someone has fill the pockets of the morphling addicts, gotta keep those dealers happy.”

There has always been question of, but why us? that has haunted Luca’s mind. Why not a legal life within the wall of the training centre? Why must he live in the shadows, with just his desk lamp to guide the way? A youngest son left to choose his way, while his ripred blessed older brothers are carrying on the traditions. But old family habits faced him one way down the same path and he just continued walking.

Really, there never was a choice.

Father’s gone and now the oldest son takes the realm, how long before the hull of the ship succumbs to sinkholes? They call Luca the healer, always the one ready with the corkscrew to keep things afloat. Hollowed heads are carried by his two older brothers, there actually sits something working within his skull.

”You know Luca, if career training wasn’t just your hobby, you really could have become something.”

”Well, here I am.”

Some legalities are attached to the family traditions, the worship of ripred and blessings to all the children. Luca, the godfather to his brothers’ children, he is all that is holy to the family and being the one chosen to take care of the runts; he must be the one they believe to outlive them all.

Some speak of the mystery of Luca Romano, is he happy where he is? Maybe there will be comfort in sitting on his father’s throne…