Career Change Alexander stood with his foot propped up on the hydrant, angry, tired and waiting for the limo to come around the corner. The street looked slick and the air smelled of recent rain, he had just missed the short shower. He considered himself lucky since he had ruined his suit coat earlier in the evening, and had to throw the torn, blood covered mess away, and was fortunate not to get any on his shirt, well at least not that you could see from a distance. “Da Boss’s” new policy on enforcing payment, or keeping someone silent; was playing hell on his wardrobe. He had nodded to the hooker who had passed by earlier, and he but be more angry than he thought, because she glanced at him only for a second before shifting her eyes and hurrying down the street. He had been working for “Da Boss” aka Don Julio Savante, since he was 15. He was well liked by all the members of the family, and well compensated for his work. But he wasn’t as young as he used to be, and the nights were getting longer, and the guys he was sent to “straighten out” a few of them started to fight back. More and more he began to find himself thinking about a different kind of life, one where “family” meant a fat Italian wife who could cook like his mother, and a couple of brats running around the house getting into his stuff and hollering for their poppa. “And maybe even a dog.” He said out loud to no one in particular. He saw the headlights of the limo turning the corner and starting to move up the street toward him slowly, they hadn’t seen him yet and that was good. “Yes sir, a dog sounds just fine to me.” He began to smile as he pulled the .45 revolvers from under his waistcoat, and prepared to finish the job he was sent to do. Who knows if he was really lucky it might be his last job…