Never Against the Italians

Reg Kinsey flipped out his box cutter and began to break down the boxes from that day's delivery. His second day there, his second day breaking down boxes for 12 hours, sweeping cleaning and being bored. 

Not that it was worse than the mind-numbing boredom of prison. Five days ago he had been in prison, so he tried to keep his mind off of the boredom, and be grateful he was out again.

It was a job. It paid and it kept him physically moving, which he hoped would help to keep him strong. In the joint they called him BDJ. Big Dumb Jock. At 225 pounds and six feet five inches, he strongly resembled just that.

Before prison it was wise to keep himself strong and fit. In that line of work, the work he did before prison (the work that sent him to prison), he had to be strong. His bosses needed him to be strong.

Working for an extremely old 'crime family' required finesse of the mind as well. And while Reg was no MENSA candidate, he was certainly smart enough to keep them safe, and do odd 'missions'.

To keep himself safe, he paid them tributes of his own blood. With it, the Family could keep track of him, call him in need and project their own strength and longevity to him. In return they paid him handsomely. He was a familiar.

But things had gone terribly wrong. One of his Family had done some human trafficking business with the Italian Mafia. The Italians had smuggled some Chechens into the country and made Reg's Family pay exorbitant amounts of money for them.

After the pick up, it was discovered that the humans had been infected with a deadly virus that posed a serious threat to the Family.

So, he had organized and led a nighttime sneak attack on the main houses of the Italians responsible. The 'hitmen' from his Family were merciless and they not only decimated the Italians, but they also were able to score enough blood from them to make up for the infected Chechens.

Unbeknownst to Reg or his Family, the Italians had set up a secondary trap. While he was leading the attack, the Italians sent a sortie to their secret lair. Bringing with them UV lights and plenty of stakes, they murdered all but one member of the family, who was still in Romania, from a previous event.

Feeling their panic in his own blood, Reg had left his men working on the Italian clean up, and doubled back to the lair, and right into the hands of the police.

The Family's lawyers had gotten his sentence reduced considerably, but he still had to serve time.

The clean up from the event had been horrid, but he'd missed most of it. News reached him in prison that the final member of the Family had been hit in Romania as retaliation. 

So, Reg just cut boxes down and swept and cleaned and tried to stay busy. The Italians, he knew very well, would be looking for him, and against them even a 3,000 year old family of Vampires stood no chance.