The afternoon sun was hot as Alben and Joe headed off to attend to their own business. Salvatore decided it was time to visit the traditional market located deep within Portello territory.
He didn't go alone, Felix insisted on coming along, and several guards followed in two separate cars, keeping a respectful distance behind them.
The market was the heart of the district. It was a place where people could sell almost anything: food, clothes, electronics, or handmade goods. Under the Portello name, the merchants paid a "small fee" in exchange for total protection.
This meant they were safe from rival gangs, local thugs, and even unwanted government interference. Because of this guarantee, the market was always crowded.
Salvatore walked with long, fast strides through the rows of shops. His eyes moved constantly, scanning the faces of the shoppers and the state of the stalls.
