"You know Carmine? He'd feed me and my brothers and sisters cherries at the bar and he taught us how to tie the stem into knots with our tongues. My mother hadn't been too thrilled with that." He wasn't at all surprised that Carmine had mafia ties since that had been the rumor at the club. His father had been quick to dismiss it but talking to Tony, he wondered what exactly his father knew. He'd never made his job out to be mysterious and as far as Jackson knew, his father had never come home with blood on his hands, mysterious presents or packages or made evasive excuses to suddenly leave in the middle of the night. Then again he had been the youngest of six kids so there was probably a lot that he'd missed.
Looking down at the scrap of paper, Jackson nearly choked. 35,000 Euros? A year? Holy shitballs! He'd been expecting a gig for the party, not an actual permanent job. And yet... there was that feeling that this wasn't something new. The money yes, working for Tony? No. Maybe it was that he'd worked for Carmine for three years and he sort of worked for Tony by association. But it didn't quite feel that way especially when his stomach had given a little yank when Tony had mentioned family. "I - yes. Thank you," he replied calmly after pulling himself together. That was about $50,000 US dollars and more money than he'd made in his entire life. Did all 'security' get paid that much? Good lord. "I have a friend, a bar tender who was thinking about interviewing with you. Are you still looking for bar tenders?"