〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 42: 1992 - Prosciutto.

Naples, Italy. March 22nd, 1992.

"Boys, meet our new recruit."

Prosciutto was examining the other members of his new team one by one. And to be honest, he was doing everything in the world to hide his haughty look. Until Melone showed up in front of him. He looked him up and down and couldn't help but wince.

"Seriously? What are these clothes? It's a cruel lack of taste, and a vulgar one!

- Heh, I didn't ask! I made it myself!

- Ah okay, that explains everything."

(Y/N) had to roll her eyes at Melone to keep him from strangling the newcomer. Ghiaccio pushed up his glasses and cast a cold look at Prosciutto, oddly in the mood to defend his lifelong sidekick.

"And what is Mr. Snob's name?

- Hehe, "Mr. Snob" ", Melone chuckled.

"... Prosciutto.

- Prosciutto?" Formaggio repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Like ham??

- In reference to my first victim's condition. My old team nicknamed me that, so I kept it.

- Do you have experience?" Illuso asked.

"Of course. Unlike you, I'm an elite soldato, we are mafioso from generation to generation.

- Well, don't brag too much Mr. Snob", Ghiaccio groaned, "we are far from having accepted you. And get that poker out of your ass."

The boys laughed and Prosciutto scowled, clearly disgusted at having to join such a debaucherous team. And at the same time, Risotto finally appeared. Prosciutto looked even more outraged upon seeing his outfit. After all, Risotto's costume was particularly revealing.

"I didn't know we had a Porn Star on our team?"

The boys started laughing harder, and Risotto looked confused. Prosciutto rolled his eyes before pointing at his bare abs, prompting many more hilarious laughs.

"Porn Star!" Formaggio exclaimed, howling with laughter.

"You know what, actually I think I like the newbie!" Illuso added.

Risotto was looking gloomy. He glared at them and that was enough to silence them all at once. (Y/N), silent for several minutes, cleared her throat.

"Prosciutto, I present to you Risotto Nero. My right-hand man.

- Whaaaaaat?" Formaggio asked.

"What do you mean your right-hand man?!" Melone exclaimed.

"Kss kss kss, I'm sure you have to sleep with the capo to get this position", Illuso muttered.

A razor blade slipped out of his throat and he quickly regretted his words. He spat blood and Risotto ignored his plaintive moans. After judging them all with a look, (Y/N) continued.

"As the team is getting bigger and bigger, I have found it useful to have someone to assist me, especially if I need to be away for a while.

- ... are you planning to leave Mamma?" Melone asked.

"It's not planned. But we never know.

- So, Prosciutto, this is the last time you call me that", Risotto groaned, glaring at the newcomer.

Prosciutto nodded slowly, his midnight blue eyes unable to help but linger on Ghiaccio who was trying to stop Illuso's bleeding with his Stand. It was routine for la Squadra. And he'd better get used to it, obviously.