Running the Docks

I run these docks. Six years of manifests, strike votes, and customs officers who owe me favors. When my uncle dies, the will hands a third of the port to the Rinaldi brothers, who I haven't seen since we were kids hotwiring trucks behind the cannery. Marco wants to negotiate. Dante wants to stand on my sidewalk until I change my mind. Enzo brings me paperwork I didn't ask for and a container I can't unload. They think they're taking what's theirs. I think we're all going to organize this thing properly. There's only one way for three enforcers and one boss to share a port. I'm going to make them sign it.