Running From A Name (Bruno Buccellati x Reader)

Chapter 32: Confiding In Each Other Once Again

A/N: Y'all are in for a treat this chapter. You guys are gonna love it. I promise

And this is the longest chapter I have ever written for this story. It is 6.5k words.

Anyway onto the chapter!!!

Bruno read the news headline once, twice, and then a third time.

On the screen was a boy between the ages of sixteen to eighteen. He wore a purple beanie with a white fishing net pattern. He had tanned skin and black eyes. Based on the pictures of him that flashed on the television, the boy radiated happy-go-lucky energy.

The news reporter started to explain the boy's situation.

"On Wednesday, February 02, three men were found shot dead by a car on Manzano Street at 10:44 pm. The leading suspect, seventeen-year-old Guido Mista, was caught with a revolver by the scene of the crime. Mista says that he was attempting to save a woman that was getting sexually assaulted by the men. When he pulled one of the men off of the woman, they began shooting at him. However, Mista was able to seize one of their weapons and attacked the men."

"Police stated that there were no eyewitnesses. They were also unable to find the woman Guido Mista described."

"A trial was held for Guido Mista yesterday, March 03. The jury deemed Guido Mista guilty of murder. The judge sentenced him to fifteen to thirty years in prison."

Unjust court decisions were not uncommon. In actuality, they were more common than not. Bruno saw plenty of innocent people get thrown in cells because someone slid the judge the right amount of cash. But the men this Guido Mista killed had no affiliation with any organization. The reporter would have said so. They were just random street thugs. It would benefit no one to put Guido Mista in jail for that long or at all. So why label him as guilty?

Bruno couldn't believe the jury made such a foolish decision. This boy, Guido Mista, was just preventing himself from getting killed.

Besides the verdict, there was another intriguing aspect to this case. And that was Guido Mista himself. He survived getting fired at, unarmed a man, and shot down him and his companions. Either Guido Mista was super lucky or had superb gunmanship. If the latter was true, it was his gunmanship Passione needed right now.

Bruno talked about catching the enemy gang's sniper, but he had no real plan for it. He and Fugo's stands were at a disadvantage since they had short ranges. They would get shot before they even got the chance to figure out what direction the bullets were coming from. Abbacchio's stand wasn't designed for combat. Narancia's Aerosmith was the most useful stand against the sniper. But he struggled to pinpoint their exact location last time because of the crowd and chaos. Which meant the sniper knew not to act alone when there was a possibility Narancia could be there.

But if someone with Guido Mista's skills were to have a stand, he could possibly be on equal footing with the sniper.

Bruno dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed Polpo's number.

"Buccellati, what can I help you with?" Polpo asked.

"I have a proposition for you. Have you watched the news lately?"

"Buccellati, you know I prefer to read than to watch television. I'm assuming you saw something that interested you. And you believe I will feel the same."

"There is a young man named Guido Mista. He got sentenced to fifteen to thirty years in prison for murder. I believe he will be useful to the organization."

Polpo hummed. Bruno knew he was stroking those rolls of fat he called a chin.

"I read about that case. What do you want me to do, Buccellati?" Polpo asked playfully.