Chapter 28
Naples, 1633 august
In the Avvocata Quarter, into the cramped apartment associated with the paper merchant, the teenagers had gathered, taking they could muster with them most of the small-arms. Fabio fingered a dagger he had been administered by their mommy like a present this is certainly coming-of-age. Several older men leant up against the walls observing the procedures.
‘Do we know who the Camorra’s target is for? Tonight’ Fabio asked.
‘They stumbled on my report shop yesterday and demanded defence money,’ said a business that is wiry a face as creased since the paper he made. ‘I refused, I may be on the number. Thus I fear’
‘I paid whatever they asked,’ a tall, well-dressed man stated from behind him. ‘I’m Gallio, the vintner from Monte Oliveto. But it is thought by m
