“Lucien, you don't have to insult me!! I only need your help. Kamilla shot my little brother on his leg. Now he is limping, I am afraid she will kill me next. I want to protect my brother and my mother's hard work.” said Alberto, in a loud tone.
“(Chuckles) I can't believe a day will come when great Alberto will be frightened by a woman.”
“An Alberto is an Alberto.” said Lucien, smiling mockingly.
“So will you help me?” he asked in a low voice.
“Fake Italian!!” said Lucien, hitting Alberto’s anger button.
In high school when they were teengaers, Alberto always hated to be called Fake italian. They are not biological from Italy, their family migrated to Italy to expand their family business.
“Has it gotten to this level? You are no longer a child anymore.” said Alberto, as his express
