Peanut Man

Are You Serious; Another Fucking Mafia Boss?

**Notes for this chapter

Buccellati (BOO-CHA-LE-TI)- A type of Italian cookie often made during Christmas time that uses figs. Not to be confused with Bucciarati, JoJo's character lmao

Spritz Veneziano (SPEAR-ITS-VEN-EH-ZEE-ANO) A cocktail famous in Italy for it's tangy orange flavor.

Garden decided that she was going to lose herself; for tonight, and for once not to the peanut man. She had spent hours crying over him, but no more. The peanut man and her emotions for him made her rot over the past three years, and she was tired of feeling worthless. Bruno and Garden dumped out all of the things that reminded Garden of him in the parking lot out back to burn. One last time, she thought. She buried her face into one of the many hats he had left behind at her house, held his treasured monocle close to her heart, and wept one final time.

"Ready?" Bruno called out, standing over the pile with a container filled with gasoline.

"Ready." Garden watched Bruno pour gasoline over the beloved items that Garden loved so much, and gave her a nod. Holding her breath, Garden struck a match and tossed it into the pile, watching as the bonfire illuminated the night sky, sending a silent, goodbye to her old life, and a prayer to help her get rid of the love that had ruined her.

Now that Garden didn't have to worry about the peanut man, she was ready to get out and have fun. She had no Idea where Bruno was going to take her all she knew was she wanted to get out into the town and forget about everything. After going to Bruno's door she went to get ready, she didn't know what to wear so she put on some random slutty outfit she had from who knows when, she only put on a little makeup which was mascara, lipstick and eyeliner. She walked back down to Bruno's door and knocked waiting for him to open it. Guido came running to the door barking, garden heard a thud on the door and the barking stopped for a little bit but continued soon after. Bruno opened the door and stood there for a sec looking at Garden. She really went out of her comfort zone tonight. She normally only wears sweatshirts with jeans or leggings but not tonight, tonight she was going slutty. She looked at Bruno and flashed a smirk. "Ready to go?"

She sported a pitch-black, low cut crop top, paired with a tight, gold miniskirt that accentuated every curve on her lower body, fishnet leggings and thigh highs to go along with her knee-height boots. Making the last additions to her heavy black eye shadow, she put the finishing touches on her ensemble, adding a studded leather choker. Her long, black hair sat on her shoulders, pinned neatly into place with hair pin.

"Who knew my clothes looks so great on you." Garden whipped around to see Bruno, somehow in an even more scandalous outfit than her. "Lets go."

They left the apartment in Bruno's maroon Corvette, speeding down the empty highway at 110 mph, far beyond the 70 mph speed limit.

"Oh Fuck me." Garden exclaimed, as fluorescent red and blue lights flashed through the rear windshield. Goddammit, Garden thought to herself, I can't even have one fun night without the law getting involved. She glanced at Bruno, who seemed particularly unphased by the police car behind them as he calmly pulled over. The cop car came to a halt behind them as a broad man exited the car and marched up to Bruno's window. He looked at the coconut-haired man with a lithe expression, and that seemed to finally surprise Bruno.

"License and registration please." The man said, and Bruno looked appalled, saying nothing, but obviously mad to some extent. Bruno made no move to reach for the glove box, instead choosing to stare forward and remain silent.

"Sir" The police officer said again, "I am not going to repeat myself."

Bruno adjusted the collar of his shirt. (Could that even be considered a shirt? It had less fabric than a winter coat for a chihuahua)