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Fugo later wondered if he'd only brought Narancia along to cover his own lateness, but only because he was so unsure of the real reason. When Buccellati noticed Narancia's illness, he called a taxi, and took him directly to the hospital. Fugo was left alone in the restaurant.
January 10, 2026 at 11:11 AM
Fugo later wondered if he'd only brought Narancia along to cover his own lateness, but only because he was so unsure of the real reason. When Buccellati noticed Narancia's illness, he called a taxi, and took him directly to the hospital. Fugo was left alone in the restaurant.
His heart was filled with a stony, implacable certainty that this man could not be forgiven. No other course of action existed. From that day forth, Fugo was no longer upper class. He beat up the security guards who came running, and was arrested.
January 10, 2026 at 10:38 AM
His heart was filled with a stony, implacable certainty that this man could not be forgiven. No other course of action existed. From that day forth, Fugo was no longer upper class. He beat up the security guards who came running, and was arrested.
If it was just a selfish little vendetta. That thought preyed upon me. But Illuso paid for killing Clara. Justice won. And I owed Giorno everything. I would do anything to pay him back for that. I no longer need worry about anything."
January 10, 2026 at 9:59 AM
If it was just a selfish little vendetta. That thought preyed upon me. But Illuso paid for killing Clara. Justice won. And I owed Giorno everything. I would do anything to pay him back for that. I no longer need worry about anything."
"You spoke as if there was no reason for me to pick you. But it's the other way around. You were my problem; the rest was secondary. Dealing with you came first." "…................"
January 10, 2026 at 9:23 AM
"You spoke as if there was no reason for me to pick you. But it's the other way around. You were my problem; the rest was secondary. Dealing with you came first." "…................"
He had placed his faith in Buccellati. He knew Buccellati's decisions were usually correct, and believed that what was good for Buccellati was good for him. That was no longer true.
January 10, 2026 at 8:42 AM
He had placed his faith in Buccellati. He knew Buccellati's decisions were usually correct, and believed that what was good for Buccellati was good for him. That was no longer true.
"I dunno, Mista made it sound like you screwed them pretty bad." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh, stop making stuff up! You didn't feed him any lies about me, did you!?" "I simply told the truth." "By whose definition!?"
January 10, 2026 at 8:05 AM
"I dunno, Mista made it sound like you screwed them pretty bad." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh, stop making stuff up! You didn't feed him any lies about me, did you!?" "I simply told the truth." "By whose definition!?"
"What should I do? I...Buccellati, I don't know what to do. Should...should I come with you?" "Are you scared?" Buccellati said. Narancia nodded. "Yeah. Terrified." A shiver ran over him. His voice squeaked.
January 10, 2026 at 7:28 AM
"What should I do? I...Buccellati, I don't know what to do. Should...should I come with you?" "Are you scared?" Buccellati said. Narancia nodded. "Yeah. Terrified." A shiver ran over him. His voice squeaked.
All his family had come to see her, and they all looked so happy to see her well again. Fugo was very happy. They were a family after all. They really did love each other.
January 10, 2026 at 6:54 AM
All his family had come to see her, and they all looked so happy to see her well again. Fugo was very happy. They were a family after all. They really did love each other.
"I was a man with no place to go. Cast out of society. The only time I feel at home...is when I'm with you, Buccellati." Without wasting another moment, he stepped onto the boat, and sat down. Fugo couldn't believe it. "Wh-what!? Abbacchio!"
January 10, 2026 at 6:17 AM
"I was a man with no place to go. Cast out of society. The only time I feel at home...is when I'm with you, Buccellati." Without wasting another moment, he stepped onto the boat, and sat down. Fugo couldn't believe it. "Wh-what!? Abbacchio!"
The cracks she'd made in the pavement had formed a pair of lips. The lips were chanting his name. Voodoo Child's power was echoing Sheila E's words. She'd made her speech not to wind him up or build herself up but to set this trap. And a moment later, the trap snapped shut.
January 10, 2026 at 5:40 AM
The cracks she'd made in the pavement had formed a pair of lips. The lips were chanting his name. Voodoo Child's power was echoing Sheila E's words. She'd made her speech not to wind him up or build herself up but to set this trap. And a moment later, the trap snapped shut.
"I hate to say it, Mr. Fugo," the restaurant owner said. This was Buccellati's territory, and it was part of Fugo's job to protect the businesses in it. "But you can't just give hand outs to kids like that. If word spread, we could have a mob of them gathering outside."
January 10, 2026 at 5:00 AM
"I hate to say it, Mr. Fugo," the restaurant owner said. This was Buccellati's territory, and it was part of Fugo's job to protect the businesses in it. "But you can't just give hand outs to kids like that. If word spread, we could have a mob of them gathering outside."
"A shame," the boy said. "He was a fine man." He had issued the order himself, yet retained respect. As he often did, Pericolo admired the timbre of the boy's voice; it had the solemn dignity of the pipe organ played at church. "It's still far from over," the boy added.
January 10, 2026 at 4:03 AM
"A shame," the boy said. "He was a fine man." He had issued the order himself, yet retained respect. As he often did, Pericolo admired the timbre of the boy's voice; it had the solemn dignity of the pipe organ played at church. "It's still far from over," the boy added.
If this was like the turtle Diavolo had given Buccellati, a way to completely hide themselves from pursuit...they were done for. They'd never catch them. Without Murolo's cards, they'd have no leads at all.
January 10, 2026 at 3:31 AM
If this was like the turtle Diavolo had given Buccellati, a way to completely hide themselves from pursuit...they were done for. They'd never catch them. Without Murolo's cards, they'd have no leads at all.
The coast of the island was lined with rocky cliffs that made landing impossible, but they used the power of their stands to ascend the sheer cliff face.
January 10, 2026 at 2:56 AM
The coast of the island was lined with rocky cliffs that made landing impossible, but they used the power of their stands to ascend the sheer cliff face.
"I dunno, Mista made it sound like you screwed them pretty bad." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh, stop making stuff up! You didn't feed him any lies about me, did you!?" "I simply told the truth." "By whose definition!?"
January 10, 2026 at 2:21 AM
"I dunno, Mista made it sound like you screwed them pretty bad." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh, stop making stuff up! You didn't feed him any lies about me, did you!?" "I simply told the truth." "By whose definition!?"
"So? You've got your weapon in there, don't you? I can tell from the way you try and hide it you've got something hidden under there. A gun? A knife? A bottle of acid? Whatever. Try and use it." Murolo's face twisted up in pain. He knew what would happen.
January 10, 2026 at 1:43 AM
"So? You've got your weapon in there, don't you? I can tell from the way you try and hide it you've got something hidden under there. A gun? A knife? A bottle of acid? Whatever. Try and use it." Murolo's face twisted up in pain. He knew what would happen.
Rainy Day Dream Away
January 10, 2026 at 1:09 AM
Rainy Day Dream Away
Angelica's already too far gone. She won't live much longer. But you?" Murolo gave Vittorio a long, hard stare. He nodded. "You're different, Vittorio Cataldi. You, we have reason to spare." "…..............."
January 10, 2026 at 12:32 AM
Angelica's already too far gone. She won't live much longer. But you?" Murolo gave Vittorio a long, hard stare. He nodded. "You're different, Vittorio Cataldi. You, we have reason to spare." "…..............."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Augh! Aaaaauuugh! Auuuugggh!" Screams ripped from Vittorio Cataldi's throat as if his very grief was trying to kill him. "AaaaaaaAAA! This is all my fault! I should have been the one to fight...Kocaqi wouldn't have died if I had!"
January 9, 2026 at 11:57 PM
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Augh! Aaaaauuugh! Auuuugggh!" Screams ripped from Vittorio Cataldi's throat as if his very grief was trying to kill him. "AaaaaaaAAA! This is all my fault! I should have been the one to fight...Kocaqi wouldn't have died if I had!"
"Alright! Helicopter down!" Vittorio pumped his fist in the air. "They're not all dead," Volpe said. "The splash was wrong. Too scattered. The door opened before it crashed. Somebody jumped."
January 9, 2026 at 11:21 PM
"Alright! Helicopter down!" Vittorio pumped his fist in the air. "They're not all dead," Volpe said. "The splash was wrong. Too scattered. The door opened before it crashed. Somebody jumped."
Kocaqi had easily made an experienced fighter like Sheila E helpless...Murolo had no chance. He was sure their mission ended here. But then... Thunder, in the distance. A low rumbling, from far away.
January 9, 2026 at 10:42 PM
Kocaqi had easily made an experienced fighter like Sheila E helpless...Murolo had no chance. He was sure their mission ended here. But then... Thunder, in the distance. A low rumbling, from far away.
He put his head down and forced his way forward. He couldn't afford to retreat. The moment he turned his back the horde would be on him like zombies. He had to get through them. Their nails cut into him.
January 9, 2026 at 10:03 PM
He put his head down and forced his way forward. He couldn't afford to retreat. The moment he turned his back the horde would be on him like zombies. He had to get through them. Their nails cut into him.
They had trusted him. Believed in him. Been certain he could do anything. And he had never known what that felt like. Never know what it was to admire someone, to entrust your dreams and your future to them.
January 9, 2026 at 9:25 PM
They had trusted him. Believed in him. Been certain he could do anything. And he had never known what that felt like. Never know what it was to admire someone, to entrust your dreams and your future to them.
A robot, following a program – no, less than that. He was little more than the sensor that tells a door to open. Mixed with the pounding was the sound of Sheila E muttering. "Zucchero, Zucchero, Zucchero...!" Changing his name. She sounded mad, but Zucchero was beyond such nuance
January 9, 2026 at 8:49 PM
A robot, following a program – no, less than that. He was little more than the sensor that tells a door to open. Mixed with the pounding was the sound of Sheila E muttering. "Zucchero, Zucchero, Zucchero...!" Changing his name. She sounded mad, but Zucchero was beyond such nuance
Fugo remained silent. "But I know that virus isn't fond of light. I know the range it spreads is only five meters. You know I know." "I do." "So. Here, this place, this distance, this weather – your Purple Haze has no chance of fighting my Pistols."
January 9, 2026 at 8:16 PM
Fugo remained silent. "But I know that virus isn't fond of light. I know the range it spreads is only five meters. You know I know." "I do." "So. Here, this place, this distance, this weather – your Purple Haze has no chance of fighting my Pistols."