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"M-mafia..." Feliciano muttered to himself, he rubs his head in an attempt to process what he just heard.

"I don't understand...if he's the same Luciano from the restaurant then why did he robbed the place for things he already has the money for?" He tried to pick the pieces together but it was no use, he was definitely stuck at a dead end.

Lutz yawn as he grabs another cigarette from the carton."Your guess is as good as mine." Twisting the cigarette around.

"But wait how do you know Luciano? Are you by any chance work under him?" Feliciano stands up.

Lutz leans on the table and looks out through the cell bars."Nah...it's not surprising that this district is know for being the most dangerous area so it's not a big deal when they hear the ongoing news of mafia activity." He snorts, lighting his second cigarette.

Feliciano felt uneasy about the new information he just learn."But why me?" He asked.

Lutz growls and his eyes turned deadly."Asking too many questions for one day kid...I'm easily annoyed."

Feliciano gulps and mentally takes note to limit his wording next time.

He jolts when he hears the blaring sound of the cell doors opening by itself, he was getting more nervous when he saw other inmates out their cell and going down to their direction.

Lutz was already out the door going to where the other inmates were walking, he didn't want to be left alone in the cell with a possibility that he could be attack there so he followed Lutz.

He feels uncomfortable when he feels pairs of eyes staring and checking him out, sending shivers down his spine...he felt some type of way.

He squeaks when he feels someone's hot breath heaving down his neck, he quickly make way through the crowd until he spots Lutz. Feliciano still roughly rubs the spot the 'breather' huffed at.

He looks up to see Lutz's back...it was buff and wide like Ludwig's, he sighs woefully.

He really did missed them, he hasn't seen either his friends or family since his sentence.

It wasn't that hard to call or write to him! He occasionally tried to write to them but none of them replied back...

They crowd suddenly stopped and he almost bumped into Lutz back if it wasn't for his one in the blue moon reflexes.

he didn't know what was happening he kept looking around the large group of inmates but he saw nothing but bland prison clothes.

He did notice a few inmates going to different areas of the prison, one group went down the stairs to what appears to be a the cafeteria.

The other groups went out the doors, holding some type of worn out towels.

Lutz went to the third group to the other doors, Feliciano was about to go to him but Lutz turned around and stared at him with calculating eyes.

"Yeah, No....Don't follow me, don't sit next to me, don't even talk to me." Lutz said sticking up three fingers for him as to list him the rules."Your not a bad kid but I do have a reputation here I got to keep track and I don't want these weirdos thinking I went all soft just because you're new."

Feliciano felt sadden at his statement, he sniffs on his sleeves with his gaze downcast as he spoke."Where are you going?" He said dejectedly.

"Work." He puffs out his cigarette and pointed towards the stairs."You can eat breakfast with the other inmates downstairs or head to the showers..." And that he left him.