Part 2: Chapter 11: How Long Would I Be Here
"Jaxon my old friend." Alessandro greeted as we climbed out of our vehicle. "They will get your bags, come, come." He motioned for me to follow. I had never been to his home, or should I say fortress. The house was beyond words, and you could feel the history within the Italian walls. When we had first pulled to the iron gates of the home, I was shocked to see a guard shack and several armed men walking the lawn. The lead guard was reluctant to allow us in, but once I showed him my ID, he immediately recognized my name, and we were permitted entrance. Alessandro led me to his office and escorted me in where I found a seat on a small couch under the window overlooking the garden. "So, tell me Jaxon, what brings you here? You were short and brief on the ph
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