Running From A Name (Bruno Buccellati x Reader)

Chapter 32: Confiding In Each Other Once Again

Bruno covered his phone's speaker with his hand. He clicked his tongue.

Polpo toyed with everyone for shits and giggles. Fugo was his favorite to bother.

Bruno removed his hand from the speaker. "You have the power and money to bail him out. Imagine what someone like him could do if he passed the trial of the arrow. He could help restrain that sniper that has been a problem for the organization."

"Alright, Buccellati. I'll give this boy a chance. He will be under your care when he gets out. I hope you are okay with that."

"Thank you, Polpo. Can I assume that Guido Mista will be out of prison by the end of the month?"

Polpo laughed. "Buccellati, you can't say that I have power and money and then underestimate me like that. I'll have him out by the end of the week."

"Understood," Bruno said.

Polpo wasn't lying when he said he would have Guido Mista out of prison by the end of the week.

Mista paraded out of the prison gates with his hands in his pockets wearing a hardened expression on his face. Maybe Bruno was wrong about Mista appearing to be happy-go-lucky. Then again, he spent a week in prison and a month in remand. That would fuck anybody up mentally.

Mista came up to Bruno. He sized him up with his eyes but not in a manner as if Bruno was a threat. He did it more out of curiosity. "You're dressed super nicely. I'm gonna guess you're super important. I'm also going to guess you're the person who bailed me out of this shit hole." Mista said, pointing his thumb behind him.

"I'm partially responsible for getting you out of prison," Bruno said.

"So what I'm hearing is that you pulled some strings to get me out. You must be part of some mafia family or something. Only they have enough power to convince a judge to place bail on a murderer. And then pay that bail fifteen years early." Mista scratched the back of his head. "Listen, I'm not a person who likes to think too much about things. Hence why I'm in jail. Well, was in jail. Anyway, why did you help me out?"

"I saw your story on the news and thought you were wrongly convicted. You acted in self-defense." Bruno answered.

"That still doesn't really answer my question," Mista said.

Bruno turned on his heels and beckoned Mista to follow him. "I'll give you a better explanation later. But first, I think we need to get you something to eat. There's a great restaurant nearby."

"Please take me. Anything is better than the pig slop I was eating while I was in that cell." Mista said enthusiastically.

Bruno smiled. The past month didn't break Guido Mista's free spirit after all.

Bruno pulled his phone out and sent a text to his team to come to Libeccio's. They were going to have a possible new addition to their group.

The two of them entered the restaurant. Mista looked around Lbeccio's awestruck.

"Why do you look so impressed?" Bruno asked. Libeccio's was a nice, homey restaurant but was nothing extravagant.

"Sorry. For the past few weeks, I thought I would never get to eat in a restaurant again. At least not for a super long time."

"Lucky for you, you get to eat at restaurants like this one anytime you want until you are too full to move. And don't worry, your meal is on me."

Mista rubbed his stomach. "Good because I'm flat broke."