-AUTHOR POV-
After passing the test, and Polpo dead, the rumors of his death were already spreading everywhere like a wildfire...some say he died by suicide, some say he betrayed the boss, and some don't believe about it...and yet some were saying who would replace him as a mafioso capo...and also, rumors were heard that Polpo had a fortune. Before Polpo was locked up, he converted some of his cash with some nice stash of rubies and golds. At least how they remember, it's a hidden treasure, so much that the familia could not handle that much Kind of cash...no one had the guts to go look for it...and the cash he has hidden was the amount of 5 billion lire...and that's not all...Even Bucciarati knows about it...and it seems like he may go looking for it...but in the mean time...let's go to a little restaurant...where Bucciarati's teams are located, their called Squadra Guardie del Corpo, The Bodyguard squads...their five members, Leone Abbacchio, Pannacotta Fugo, Narancia Ghirga, and Guido Mista...the fifth member isn't with them...but he'll show soon...but now let's take a look at them as their in a private room together, sitting on a table...
Narancia: Fuuugoooo, can we please be done now? It's a beautiful day outside and I wanna enjoy it. One day away with the books won't hurt the at bad. And besides, not into it today, you know?
Fugo: *sighs* Don't say that, Narancia, trust me, you have commandment. It's not easy to ask academic guidance, especially when you already attended grade school. You can do, remember what I taught you. You've got this. Now then, multiply 6x5.
Narancia: 6x5...isn't it 30?
Fugo: Yes! That's correct! Bravo, I know you can do. You're practically half way from solving it.
Narancia: O-Oh! Hell yeah, now I get it!
Soon Narancia starts to solve his math problem...as for Mista...
Mista: Hey! What the fuck is this shit suppose to mean?!
He points out 4 pieces of cake...
Fugo: Why, it's a strawberry cake.
Mista: I know what flavor it is, dumbass! It's not like I can confused it with a damn chocolate cake! But that's not the problem here! I'm talking about that there's FOUR slices! They might as well tell us to die!
Fugo: *sighs* another freak out Mista?
Mista: Oh shut up! It's bad luck to take the fours pieces, everyone knows that! Eating a selection of five is okay,three is also a save move, but choosing to get FOUR invites disaster! When I was little, a cat had FOUR kittens, and one of my friends chose the fourth kitty to keep it, and that fourth kitty scratch the hell out of my friends eye! That fickle beast!
Fugo: Well, all of that is idiotic superstition. Just think for a moment, if you would have eat one slice, then maybe the others might get the fourth slice.
Mista: Exactly! This is when the restaurant staff should take a hint and bring three slices! This services here sucks hot ass!
Abbacchio soon was listening to music, as he yet got the four slice of cake...
Mista: Abbacchio! Why did you get the fourth slice?!
Abbacchio: Oh quit your whining, Mista.
Mista: I'm not whining! You bastards just don't get how bad luck will come if the number four comes after us!
Narancia: Fugo! I did it! I solved it!
Fugo: Really? Let me see it.
Soon, Fugo sees the math problem Narancia solved, 16x55...and the answer he got was 305...
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Giorna Giovanna x Male Reader
FanfictionIn the year 2001, in the southern city of Italy, Naples, happens to be one of the famous tourist spot to be so beautiful that people say you should see it at least once before you die. In that city, there was once a young beautiful blonde hair girl...
