Vento Oreo

9

Bruno gently sets Trish down onto the boat.

"What the hell's going on, Bucciarati?" Abbachio asks from land. "We need an explanation. What the hell are you doing?"

"All right. I'll just come out and say it." Said man responds, standing up and getting off of the boat. "But I can't explain everything right now, because there's no time and danger's right around the corner."

Putting a hand on his hip, Bucciarati fearlessly says, "The reason I brought Trish back is because I betrayed the boss just now."

Everyone's eyes widen and they gasp in disbelief.

. . .

Sh-should I act surprised too? Uhh. . .

I raise my brows and widen my eyes ever so slightly, showing a subtle expression of shock.

"I'll be leaving you guys now. If you go with me, you will also become traitors."

"Wh-what?" Mista quietly asks himself. The group is still in a state of shock.

"I-I don't think I heard you right. . ." Narancia speaks. "Wh-what did you just say?"

"He said. . . He betrayed the boss." Fugo mutters. "B-but why?"

Bruno watches his gang before replying.

"You probably shouldn't hear anymore, because you guys have nothing to do with this."

"I think you should explain." Giorno joins in on the exchange. "Some of them might want to follow you. We need people on our side."

The two look at each other before being interrupted by Abbacchio roughly grabbing the fifteen-year-old's collar, yanking the boy towards himself.

As he does this, I slowly inch my way towards Bruno, unnoticed.

"What the hell is your deal, Giorno?!" He yells. "First you go into the church without permission, and now-!"

Bucciarati puts a hand to his head before collapsing onto the ground, sweating and breathing heavily. Everybody takes notice of this and checks in with their capo.

I manage to get to him first.

"Bucciarati!" Narancia wails.

Giorno rushes to his aid. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Wha-ah! Bitch does he look alright?!

"I'm fine." He answers, a little out of breath. "I lost a lot of blood, so I got a bit dizzy."

From the corner of my eye, I notice Giorno's eyes widening slightly, thinking to himself. Before he set his gaze downwards, I instinctively take hold of Bruno's left hand, hiding it behind my own as I help him back up.

"I guess I've used up a good deal of energy. Sorry." The capo approaches the rest of his group, seemingly unfazed.

"You had me worried for a sec!" Mista says in relief.

"For real." Abbacchio agrees.

Fugo stays silent for a while before speaking up. "Bucciarati, please. . ."

"Yeah, Bucciarati." The former cop talks again. "We want to know the details."

All eyes are on the leader now.

Taking a step backwards and turning around, Bucciarati gets another look at Trish, who is still laying unconscious on the boat. Turning back, he answers, "The boss had us act as her bodyguards so that he could kill his daughter with his own two hands."