The Problem with Geneology

At least they were prompt. I guess when you're in the mob you have other more important things to do than let people wait around for you. Well the modern version of organized crime does, the older less modern version would have you wait days before they interrogated you. I guess just like fast cars, assholes have sped up their routines.

"You're brave kid I give you that, not smart, but brave." I am endlessly amused people think of me as a young man, you have no idea.

"What can I say I have a mind beyond the years on my face." The truest thing I've probably ever said.

"Still though pissing in the face of the Calibarries is dangerous, walking about town trumping that to everyone who will listen is equally as stupid, me I love a good dangerous guy, but not one who will get me killed."

"I don't see how my actions will get you killed Mr.?"

"Pavarossi." I damn near choked, none of these people were shorties, and I didn't want to believe somehow someway Nidget had mated with a regular sized person, it didn't seem like something the gods would allow.

"You're a Pavarossi? That's blatantly impossible, they were all shorties." His face got extremely red, I heard one of his men in the back take in a sharp gust of breath, I didn't realize it at the time, but I had just said the worst thing I could possibly say to this man.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" He was extremely angry at the implication his family came from lesser stock, even if it was obviously true. The person he should have been mad at was clearly Nidget and whatever lady of the night he laid down with that produced none shorty children. In the face of upsetting a mob boss by implying impure parentage I did the one thing I could think of, I doubled down.

"Might want to send the kids from the room dad if you are afraid of the truth being heard." He slapped me, very very hard. I fell backwards on the chair and he sent his men from the room, which is what I wanted.

"Is that because of your shortie blood you hit so weakly or it something else in your bloodline that makes you hit like a dancer?" That got his blood up, I heard him rack the slide on a pistol and I knew it was my time to act. I burned my cuffs off and heated the pistol up in his hand causing him to drop it on the ground. I rose from the seat and snatched him by the throat murder fully in my eyes.

"What do you want?" Previous bravado and anger was gone, this Pavarossi was not at all like Nidget.

"Some gods damned respect for a man who saved your dumb shit ancestor from being killed, two of them to be exact." Now this may have not been one of Nidget's progeny, but I took a guess and figured he probably was and I was right.

"Trezlan Lorentino? How you can't possibly be him." I knew Nidget would tell his dumb children to fear me, or at least respect me.

"Nidget would have told you people how I made it this far in life, and you would have been best listening to him." I let go of his neck.

"Tell your men you're fine, and we'll talk, go for your gun and you'll see Nidget sooner rather than later." He did as he was told and we talked. Well I want to say he talked, and I listened, but that goes without saying right? Right. Turns out as I suspected I found myself in the middle of a mob war, unfortunately for me it was a war no one knew who started, or what anyone wanted, so the best kind.