don't be a coward jotaro

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[The airport is a source of all possibilities. People come, people go, and sometimes the people leaving are very desperately attempting to escape the confines of Passione. It is a meager sympathy he holds for those sorts of people, but mostly it is contempt; the ones running away are doing so after robbing Passione. It's all personal gain, and that's no more honorable than abiding by the grip of the mafia.

And honestly, Luca is supposed to be doing his damned job, but not to Buccellati's surprise he's here to tidy up after him.

Walls, floors, ceilings -- all of it is meaningless, and he catches up with his target, hands in his pockets as he practically strolls right up next to his target.]

Dominico. You look like you're in a hurry.

[Dominico has to bite his lip to keep from shrieking. Buccellati.]

Why don't we have a talk? That's all. [Bruno's smile is cold and indifferent, and he pulls Dominico away, out of sight into one of the bathrooms of the airport, the door locking.

No one will ever find Dominico. In minutes, he's taken apart, his pieces sealed away into the floor. Poor man doesn't even get a chance to beg for his life, but it's for the best. Buccellati didn't want to have to stomach it anyway.

So Bruno steps out, alone, dragging Dominico's luggage behind him. He'll sort out the rest with Polpo later. For now, his stomach growls and he's going to deal with that next.

Stopping by a stand on his way to the exit, Bruno's expression is considerably more gentle.] A slice of margherita, please.