#giorno giovann

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore // ★ 2 // bella //★ 3 // viva romano

"Welcome home, Y/n." Your father said. You could see the cigar burning and sitting on the ashtray beside him. 

"I'm not happy to be here. What do you need?" You responded.

"God, you're still the same condescending bitch you were 5 years ago." He stood up to face you. 

"I said, what do you need?" 

"You need to become the leader of Il Terrore. I've already announced it to everyone. " 

Your heart dropped and you slowly backed away.

"N-No... What about Alexander?"

He grabbed your arm and yanked you towards him. 

"Your brother is nothing but an arrogant fool! He is unfit to run our organization!" 

"You're joking, right?! He's your firstborn son!" 

"You ungrateful bitch!" He yanked you toward him and slapped you across the face, then pushed you to the ground, scowling. 

"You're just like your fucking mother. Leave my sight." He waved you off and you got on your feet, dizzy.

You got out a pack of cigarettes and lit one with a sigh, blowing smoke out of your mouth.

"Y/n." 

You turned around and your face lit up. "Vince?" 

Vincenzo Sayyid. 23 years old. Your childhood best friend and one of the most prominent caporegime of Il Terrore. He is the first person in your father's personal guard and was brought up in Naples. 

His mother, Francesca Marino-Sayyid, was your mother's good friend and a Sicilian. His father, Azam Sayyid, is from Kandahar, Afghanistan who stays in Kabul and manages the branches of gangs there.

He has tan skin, green eyes, thick brown hair that's usually slicked back with a strand sticking out, and stands at 193cm (6'4). 

"Oh, Y/n, is that you?" He smiled, hugging you tightly, and kissing your cheek. 

"It's me." You said into his neck. 

"Have you seen Trish yet, tesora?" He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and going behind you. 

"No, I might see her soon, though." 

"Why not now?" 

"I'm to arrange a meeting with the Don of Passione, I'll see her then, because she's apart of his personal circle.”

"Shall I get the guys together, Donna?" He took the cigarette from your mouth and put it in his. 

"I heard a rumaru— ru— rumor—" You struggled to pronounce the word correctly. 

"You have a Japanese accent now. Ha!" He teased. 

"As I was saying, I heard a rumor he stabbed himself with the reku- Requiem arrow. And his personal guard has some insane sutando— Stand Users."

"Hahaha! Your pronunciation is so funny now!" He laughed. 

You sighed and lit another cigarette, taking out your flip phone, dialing Trish's number. 

★★★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting at a table in a restaurant with the gang. She was eating her spaghetti talking with Bucciarati when her phone began to ring. 

"Sorry, Bucciarati, hold on." She said, taking the phone out and answering. 

"Hello?" 

"Trish, it's me." She slightly gasped upon hearing you, hunching down and lowering her voice. 

"Wh-What's up?" She replied. 

"Where are you? What are you up to?" 

She covered her mouth and continued to speak into the phone so Fugo couldn't use his powerful mind to lip read. 

"I'm at a restaurant with the guys." 

"What guys?" 

"You know." 

"Oh, you're with the gang? Without me? Rudeee." 

"Very funny," she started to get concerned at Narancia poking at her arm with curiosity, "Honey, I need to get going." 

"Alright. I'll see you soon." 

"Bye, babe. Love you." 

"Love you too, Trish." 

She kissed into the phone and hung up, smiling to herself, chuckling. 

The men's eyes widened upon the words that came out of her mouth and the gestures made. 

"So, Trish..." Giorno started, smirking. "Care to share the contents of your phone call that caused you to be so secretive?"

"Yes, Trish, I'm quite eager to know." Bucciarati continued. 

"Yeah, Trish. Tell us about your secret boyfriend." Mista laughed. Narancia seemed oddly jealous.

"Have you all lost your minds?" She said. 

"Trish, there's no need to keep information from us. We are your family." Bucciarati smiled. 

"I promise you guys it's not what you think." She began to eat again. 

"So what is it then? You're a lesbian?" Narancia blurted out.

She nearly spit out her wine with surprise. "Wh—What?" 

"It's okay if you are a homosexual, Trish." said Fugo reassuringly. 

"I am not a lesbian, nor do I have a boyfriend, everyone, please." She cleared her throat. 

"Well, who are you calling 'Babe' and 'Honey' and telling 'Love you' to?" Bucciarati crossed his arms in an oddly fatherly way. 

"Giorno, can you please tell him to stop?" She looked at the blonde haired boy, furrowing her eyebrows. 

"No, I'd like to hear as well. Who is so important to you that you have to kiss into the phone when telling them goodbye?" 

"Let's change the subject. Do you know the gang Il Terrore?" 

"Yes, I heard the new leader is a clueless prick. We don't even know if he is a stand user. How absurd.." Fugo answered.

"He probably is. I heard the Romano family has quite the collection of Stand and Requiem Arrows. The guy probably has an insane team of guards." Mista responded.

"Is he a threat to us?"

"No." Trish interrupted. 

"Alright then."

★★★★★★★★★

"I do wish you'd stop smoking." Alima sighed.

Alima Sayyid-Romano. Your sister in law — Also Vince’s cousin. 30 years old. Born in Kandahar, Afghanistan. Her father is Vince’s father’s older brother. She came to Italy 18 years ago with her parents to make a deal with your father and set up a marriage with your brother.

You scoffed and lit another cigarette. "Who do you think I got it from?" 

"I remember how your dad and Alexander used to chain smoke all day." She chuckled. 

Alexander Romano. Your older brother. 34 years old. He married Alima when he was 18, and had their son, Leo, at 20, and their daughter, Elena, at 25. Though their marriage was arranged, they've had a deep romance ever since they met. 

Your relationship with your brother has always been complicated, and it was estranged for many years due to your father driving you apart and also, well, the 14 year age gap.

Now, you'd like to think you're on good terms with each other but he doesn't always approve of the way you live. 

"Where is he, anyway?" You turned on your hair straightener, waiting for it to heat up. 

"Who, Alexander? He's with the kids at the plaza." She answered, unpacking your clothes, folding and putting them in drawers. 

"They're always at the plaza. There's so many thugs and tweakers there, God knows all the drugs they're on." You started to straighten your hair, scowling. 

"Take that cigarette out of your mouth, Y/n. It's a fire hazard." 

You sighed and put your cigarette out in an ashtray.

"Here, I bought this for you in India." You took a gold ring off your finger and put it on her.  

"Thank you. 22 karats?" She grinned and examined the intricacy of the design. 

"Yup. 24 is too soft."

She hugged you and kissed your cheek. "Love you." 

"Love you too, Sis." You returned the kiss onto her cheek. 

You heard the front door open and a familiar voice yell, "We're home!"

You gasped and ran downstairs, jumping into your brother's arms with delight. "Mio bel fratello!"

"Mia bella sorellina!" He embraced you in a hug, kissing your cheeks and laughing, spinning you around. 

"Oh, how I missed you, Alexander!" You smiled. He put you down. 

"I missed you more than anything, Y/n." 

You looked at Leo and gasped, smiling wide, pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek. "Kyaaaaah, my Leo is so grown up now!" 

"Relax, Y/n, come on..." He groaned, hugging you back and kissing your cheek back. He was already taller than you. 

"Kyaaah!" You squealed again in delight, then looked at Elena. 

"Long time no see, principessa!" You hugged her tight, and she giggled. 

Alima came down, laughing. Alexander pulled her close to him and kissed her hard. 

"Ew! Stop that!" You exclaimed dramatically. 

"Go upstairs then!" Alexander shouted. 

You stuck your tongue out at him then went upstairs, opening your laptop and sending a message to the Don of Passione. 

Ciao, Don Giovanna, you wrote, I'd like to make a deal. You pressed send and sighed. 

★★★★★★★★★

The gang was back at their home, relaxing and talking. 

"Hey, Giorno, you got a message." Narancia said, handing the computer to him. 

"Someone wants to make a deal." Giorno said, his eyes fixated on the screen. 

"Well, who is it?" Mista butted in, shoving Narancia off the couch and sitting next to him. 

Who's this? Giorno typed, then eagerly waited for a response. 

Forgive my lack of manners. I'm the leader of Il Terrore. 

Giorno slightly gasped. "Il Terrore? That's strange." 

Trish's head shot up from her constant texting and she smiled silently to herself.

Okay. What kind of deal would you like to make? Giorno responded. 

I want to be allies. I have heard of your immense power and your drive to keep drugs out of Italy deeply impresses me. 

Giorno gasped louder and Bucciarati looked at him. "What's wrong?" 

"He wants to be allies." 

"Ask what he'll do in return if you grant him friendship." 

What will you give me in return?

I'm sure you've heard of my family's collection of the Arrows. I'll give half of those into your possession, 10 million lira, and whatever else you wish for. 

Giorno's eyes widened. Mista leaned over and smirked seeing the offer. 

Alright.

Can we meet in person? 

"He wants to meet in person." 

"He's going to murder you in cold blood." Abbachio decided to join the conversation. 

"Don't be ridiculous, Abbachio, he's not going to do that. The Romano family is a very respected one." Fugo said.

"Whatever. Go if you wanna get killed." Abbachio rolled his eyes. 

Giorno sighed and typed his response, Sure. 

Meet me at the restaurant Libeccio tomorrow at 1600, and we can talk then. 

Sounds good. 

Grazie, Don Giovanna. See you there.

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[culturaoltre]

"I PREDILETTI DEL SUOLO E IL LORO SIGNIFICATO": "L’iperico, l’erba di San Giovann" di Maria Rosaria Perrone

“I PREDILETTI DEL SUOLO E IL LORO SIGNIFICATO”: “L’iperico, l’erba di San Giovann” di Maria Rosaria Perrone

Quanto mai appropriata appare l’inaugurazione della nuova rubrica dedicata ai fiori o “prediletti del suolo”, come deliziosamente vengono indicati da Emily Dickinson, curata dalla poetessa Maria Rosaria Perrone la quale ha scelto di iniziare il suo cammino nel mondo fiorito proprio nel giorno dedicato a San Giovanni, parlando dell’iperico o erba di San Giovanni. A lei e alle sue interessanti…

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore ★ 2 // bella

You awoke that morning to something warm and large beside you. When you opened your eyes, you realized it was Vince sleeping soundly with you. You hit him.

"Vince!" You yelled. He flinched.

"Ugh, Y/n..."

"Get the hell out of my bed!" You took your pillow and started hitting him with it.

"Jesus, okay, I'm leaving..."

"How perverted are you?! Idiota!"

"Sorry!"

You sighed loudly and rubbed your face, getting up to take a shower.

You got out, fixed your hair, did your makeup, and put your outfit on.

You pulled on your black, leather Prada calf boots with a 3 inch platform heel. "Alexander!" You yelled.

"Alexander!"

No response. "Alexander!"

You screamed with annoyance. "Ughhh!"

You stormed out your room and into Alexander and Alima's. You could tell they were naked. "Ew!"

"Y/n!" Alexander woke up and shouted.

"Get up!" You said even louder.

"Shut the fuck up! Get out!" He pointed to the door.

★★★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting at the dining table with the gang eating breakfast when she heard her phone buzz, and she had gotten a text.

g morning, cant wait 2 c u. lets go out. xo y/n <3

She smiled to herself reading the text, typing her response.

morning babe, eating brkfast w the guys... will be hella hard to escape them agh! meet u in 25 @ plaza? xo trish.

She waited for your reply and her cell phone buzzed again.

omg v is such a piece of shit guess where i found him

She chuckled a little to herself.

in ur bed again? lmao he alwys wants 2 sleep w u

shut up! its not even funny anymre hes totally a douche. fking bozo i swr

She laughed a little more.

stfu hes ur bsf. cut him sum slack babe

ok i gtg... alx is yelling at me. c u in a bit x

x luv u bye

Her smile faded when she realized everyone had stopped eating from their plates and were looking at her dead in the eye.

"What?"

"Who were you texting?" asked Mista.

"Why do you care? Pipe down." She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

She rook her last sip of her coffee and stood up.

"Trish, where are you going?" asked Bucciarati.

"I'm going out."

"To see who?" questioned Fugo.

"My friend! What is wrong with all of you?"

"We just want to keep you safe, Trish, calm down." said Giorno.

"Too many scumbags walking the streets. You never know what could happen." mumbled Abbachio.

"Trish is not sneaking around with some guy, everyone. Please." Spice Girl suddenly appeared beside her, reassuring the group.

"Bucciarati, can I have some money?" Trish asked nicely, looking at him, puppy eyed.

"For what?" said Abbachio bitterly.

"I'm going shopping."

"Sure, Trish," he pulled out his wallet and gave her fifteen 10,000 lira bills, "spend it wisely. Have fun, be safe."

She snatched the money with a smirk. "I'll be back later." She kissed his cheek.

"Don't forget you need to be here to come with Giorno to see that guy with Il Terrore at 4!" said Fugo as she picked up her bag and walked out.

She arrived and stood in front of the Prada store, waiting for you.

When she spotted you, her face lit up with delight and she ran to you, jumping into your arms. "Y/n!"

You hugged her tightly and spun her around. "Trish!"

"I missed you so, so much, Y/n. You have know idea how things are without you. I'm so happy." She kissed your cheeks and you did the same.

"Your hair is so pink, and longer!" You ran your fingers through her hair, amazed.

"You haven't changed one bit. You look super sexy though." She grinned.

"Please, look at that body of yours! Too gorgeous."

She linked her arm into yours and walked into the Prada store.

"I saw this bag in a- a maga— a magajin- sorry, magazine."

"Your Japanese accent is insane now, Y/n. The Don will be amazed. Did you know he's half Japanese?" She said.

"No, he's not. I heard he has golden, flaming hair like the morning sun, and bright green eyes."

"That's true. He's really tall too, he grew so much since the first time I met him."

"How tall?" You were eager to know; you love taller guys.

"He was 170cm 5 years ago, now he's 195cm. Bulked up a lot since then."

"You're kidding! That's so hot!" You became happy.

"Ha. He's so handsome, every girl from every family wants to marry him."

"You don't like him?" You turned to her.

"Not at all, to be honest. He's like my brother."

"You're living with all those hot men and not interested in any of them? Huh." You raised an eyebrow.

She blushed and looked away, "Narancia, on the other hand..."

You gasped, "You have a crush!"

"He's so cute... like really cute."

"Zaaaaamn, I see you." You smirked.

"I guess. I want to buy this for Bucciarati, look." She picked up a black leather belt with the Prada Milano logo engraved on the buckle.

"Get it."

"Okay," she waved over an associate, "wrap these up for us, and send them to the front."

The person nodded and took the items you and Trish wanted to purchase to the register. You walked with her there and pulled out your money, but she did as well.

"Trish, please let me pay."

"No, Y/n, please let me pay."

"Trish."

"Y/n."

"Trish, let me pay."

"Y/n, I'm paying. End of story."

You rolled your eyes and put your money away, "Fine. You win."

She got the bags and handed one to you, smiling.

"Thank you, Trish."

"No problem, Y/n." She wrapped her arm around you as you walked together.

"Hey, why don't you give Vince a chance? I know how much he loves you."

"Ugh, as if!" You said, "I really tried, you know. His pride won't allow him to actually be committed to a relationship with someone like me. I love him a lot but I don't want anything long term."

"But if he wasn't the way that he was and he really wanted to haved something with you..." She raised her eyebrows.

"No, I wouldn't."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Damn, okay then."

"But the thing is, I have to be married with a kid before 25," You frowned, "Guys don't like me."

"Girl, I can see at least 15 men looking at you as we pass by. Look, that guy riding a bike just crashed into a trash can, he's looking right at you." She laughed.

You looked over and saw a man laying in a pile of trash cans staring at you with bliss on his face.

"Yeah, but who's going to truly love and embrace me? With the way my mom was treated by my dad and how I was raised... I've lost all hope."

"I think you'll like the Don, Y/n. I think you'll really like him." She squeezed your arm and smiled at you.

"Sure I will..."

Trish looked down at her watch. "Look, it's already 3. I need to head back before everyone gets suspicious..."

You kissed her cheek again and nodded.

"See you later, Donna." She teased, waving then walking off.

★★★★★★★★★

You were sitting at your vanity, putting on lipstick when your stand, Cheri Lady decided to appear.

"Are you seducing him or making a deal with him? Yare yare... Such a temptress." She mocked you, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

You had gained Cheri Lady as a result of your mother's death 8 years ago, your father had stabbed you with a Stand Arrow in a sorrowful rage.

Cheri Lady can steal a stand and/or its ability with just one touch and can recall its power at any given time. For example, since you had once temporarily stolen a stand with a healing ability, you could recall the stand and heal yourself without a problem. But you mostly use her to induce hallucinations on enemies, which works without even having to take their ability.

Another thing your stand is capable of is extreme physical power... Think: Star Platinum meets Spice Girl.. Kind of.

As well as tremendous raw power, Cheri Lady benefits from your negative thoughts and give rude commentary about you and the way you live your life and constantly criticize you...But she only says what you think-- She's just a manifestation of your conscience.

"Damare, Cheri Lady." You touched up your eyeliner and powdered your nose a little.

"You look like a prostitute, Y/n, what the hell are you wearing?"

"Leave my sight!"

"Hmph, as you wish, Y/n-sama." She said sarcastically then disappeared into your body.

You checked the time, put on your shoes, and rushed downstairs. "Vince, Alima! Let's go!" You shouted, picking up your keys quickly.

They rushed downstairs and everyone was out the door. Vince was wearing all black suit with no tie, his chest showing through his unbuttoned collar shirt. You tried not to laugh at him.

Alima was wearing nearly the same thing as you except her shirt was red.

You could feel anxiety creeping up but took a deep breath, seeing the beautiful riverside view from outside the restaurant, and you spotted that golden blonde hair. You rushed over.

"Ciao, Don Giovanna. Romano Y/— I mean, Y/n Romano." You held out your hand, but a man with purple hair and lipstick blocked you from doing so.

Everyone gasped. You could see Trish standing beside Giorno warily.

She's... a woman?! Everyone thought in their minds.

"Abbachio, please," Giorno muttered. He scowled and moved.

You were taken aback at the Don's beauty. He was... gorgeous.

Giorno bowed slightly, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, then gesturing for you to sit down. "Please, sit down, bella."

You smiled softly and sat down. "You've got quite the personal guard here, Don Giovanna."

"It's Giorno, but please, call me GioGio. Rolls off the tongue nicely, don't you think?" His charms and politeness were getting to you. You were allured.

"Alright then, GioGio..."

"Can I call you Bella?" He asked.

"Sure." You nodded.

"Get on with the deal already! I don't have all day." said Abbachio, irritated.

Giorno shot him a sharp glare.

"May I know the names of your men?"

"Trish is here too, you know." He pointed her out. "She's my best friend, like my sister."

"Hey, bitch." She scoffed fakely. Everyone gasped again.

"Hey, ugly." You grinned and she put a hand on your arm playfully.

"I'll ask later..."

"Anyway," he put his hand on the shoulder of a man with a bob cut, wearing an expensive suit, the belt Trish bought for him visible, "This is my consigliere, Bruno Bucciarati."

He looked down and kissed your hand tenderly, "Pleased to meet you, Donna."

You smiled. "How charming..."

Giorno felt a pang of jealousy in him, then spoke again, putting his arm around the one in the beanie, "My caporegime, Mi—"

"Guido Mista. Head of Execution. Didn't know there would be such a pretty face running Il Terrore. Bellissima." He pushed Giorno aside and kissed your hand. Giorno's face twitched.

Narancia pushed Mista and kissed your hand as well. "I'm—"

"Narancia Ghirga," You interrupted warmly, squeezing his hand.

"Eh? How do you know who I am?" He questioned.

You looked at Trish, then back at him and winked without a word.

Fugo quickly shoved Narancia aside, cursed at him, then bowed formally, taking your hand and kissing it. "Pannacotta Fugo. Head of intelligence. It's an honor to meet you, Donna."

"Wow! So polite~" You teased slightly, smirking. You pulled away and looked up at the purple haired man. He was just standing there, looking at you angrily.

You maintained your expression and looked up at him, holding out your hand. He crossed his arms, your charms clearly not working its magic on him.

You felt a little discouraged, retracting your hand then turning to Giorno again.

He swallowed dryly then spoke up. "S-So, may I know the names of your friends here as well?"

"Yes," you directed your hand to Vince, "Vincenzo Sayyid, my capo."

"Ciao." He said.

You then looked at Alima, "Alima Dokhtari, my sister in law. She runs the treasury and whatnot."

"Glad we can meet like this, Don Giovanna." She smiled polite.

"So, Bella, I just want to be up front... Are you sure you are willing to give me everything you've offered?" He asked tentatively.

You took a sip of wine. "Yes, would you like me to give or take a few rekuwiam— Excuse me, Requiem arowszu— Arrows? Sorry," You put your hand on your chest and cleared your throat, "Tasuketekure..." You muttered to yourself.

"Nihongo de hanishimasu ka? Sono accento..." He grinned.

Your eyes widened. "Kimi wa.. nihonjin desu..ka? Maji de?"

Bucciarati and others looked at each other with confusion at the sudden language change.

He laughed and shook his head, "Iyaa. Hafu desu. Boku no oka san wa nihonjin desu."

"Sou desu ne.. Subarashi desu. You don't look half Japanese at all." You were in awe.

"Haha, I get that a lot. Anyway, about the deal..." He went quiet as a waiter approached with the bottle of wine.

"Can I refill your glasses?" He asked. Giorno nodded and put out his glass.

"Sir, do you allow smoking out here?" You asked as he poured the wine in your glass.

"Yes, go ahead. I'll bring you an ashtray."

You took out a cigarette and stuck it in your mouth, Cheri Lady appearing for a split second to light it with a flick of her finger. You pretended to not notice.

Giorno was stunned. Bucciarati looked at the men beside him in shock.

You turned your head away and blew smoke out your mouth, mindful of Giorno.

"So, as I promised," you said, "your 10 million lira," Vince opened a briefcase and the cash was seen in there, "your stand arrows," another briefcase opened, showing the arrows.

Giorno, utterly appalled, could not find any words.

You were insanely beautiful. He was allured, enchanted. Blood rushed to his face and it reddened.

"GioGio?"

He snapped out of his daze and nodded, "Er, y-yes. Everything looks perfect, Bella."

"Are you sure you don't need anything else? I can add an extra 5 million—"

"No, I insist. You've offered more than enough. I'm grateful you are willing to give all of this to Passione." His expression lightened with gratitude.

"If that's what you wish." You said, taking a drag from your cigarette, holding it between your fingers.

He noticed your almond shaped nails were painted nearly the exact same red as the wine. Must reflect off of your personality...

"Can we please get to the topic we discussed, Giorno?" asked Fugo condescendingly.

"Uh... Yes." He said.

You looked at him with curiosity.

He cleared his throat and your eyes met. "There has been an issue in our community regarding traitors."

You abruptly coughed smoke out of your mouth. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Y/n, forgive me if I'm being insensitive, but there have been various punks caught with kilo after kilo of drugs claiming that they're from Il Terrore... and that you put them up to this."

Vince suddenly gasped loudly and yelled out, "What an outrageous claim! Y/n—“

"Vince!"

"Y/n, what is this absurdity?! No such thing is happening in—“

You breathed in shakily, trying not to lose your temper as you slammed your hand down on the table.

"Vince, if you don't get the fuck out of my face and let the Don talk, I'm going to punch you." You murmured calmly, looking away from him.

He backed away slowly and Alima scowled, grabbing his ear, pulling on it while hitting him.

You sighed, putting out your cigarette bud. You put a hand over your mouth with humiliation, then lit another cigarette.

"I'm so sorry about him, GioGio, he has no manners whatsoever," you inhaled, "But as for such claims... They are all completely false. Drug dealing of any kind has been prohibited since the founding of Il Terrore, even during my father's reign... and I'm sure you've heard of his tyranny."

Giorno was internally giggling and kicking his feet, he knew he was in love already. He was blushing and staring deep into your eyes.

"I do hope you'll believe me, Giorno."

He smiled wide and nodded, "Of course, gorgeous."

You cracked up a little as Abbachio smacked the back of his head.

"S-So, um, I was thinking..." His voice trailed, and he was turning red like a tomato.

"What the Don wants to say is we were discussing going on a mission early tomorrow morning to confront some people holding drugs in their storage spaces." Bucciarati continued, standing behind Giorno and putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Sure." You said, then stood up as he did.

"I'll see you tomorrow, GioGio." You smirked softly and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Giorno was speechless as he watched you walk away.