Lucky Dog 1 translations 02-03
Part 1: Prison
|Gian: Why, thank you for coming all the way here.|
When he arrives, Luchino pins me with a cold glare as though to ask, “What do you want?” Ouch, harsh. I’m even going out of my way to accommodate him.
Is it just my imagination or does he emit this magnetic aura even when he’s wearing stripes? It’s not just because of his red lion’s mane either. There’s something about him that screams authority.
Capo Gregoretti. I’ve heard rumors he’s quite the flirt and is a force to be reckoned with in gambling. …I completely get why all the ladies like him.
|Gian: Since we’re working together in this, it’d be pretty bad if we get into a pinch without establishing some sort of mutual understanding first, right? You may not like it, but hang out with me for a bit.|
Whoa, a snort? I even held back on my gum for you, damn it!
|Gian: So, what did you think of those orders, Luchino?|
|Luchino: When I read the letter, I thought Boss had finally gone insane.|
|Gian: …Same here.|
|Luchino: No. I’m talking about my letter, the one I’d received before you’d read yours.|
Aah, that. Giulio’d mentioned that, something about reading a different letter and already knowing what’d been written in mine.
|Gian: Where’s that letter now?|
|Luchino: Already disposed of.|
It’s the obvious answer, so I only nod in reply. I’d also disposed of my letter immediately after the get-together. The envelope was too big to hide and would’ve just left unnecessary evidence anyways.
I’m a bit anxious about not keeping the Boss’s and directors’ signatures on hand, but there shouldn’t be a problem since the other captains have acknowledged its contents. In the Mafia, that’s enough.
But, there’s still a risk.
If the other captains all gang up on me and betray me… The promise would be worth nothing. I’d be picked up and tossed away just like any old tool that’s fulfilled its task.
And when that happens, who knows if those signatures the Boss and everyone else put on that letter would be enough of a backing… I won’t know until it actually comes down to it.
I’ve got to get as close to the other capos as possible so something like that won’t happen, all while still pulling off the escape plan. Aagh, what a pain!
Luchino: In short, you want my cooperation, right? Of course I’ll help.
I look up at Luchino’s face at his unexpected words.
Luchino: The safer, the better. Obviously.
|Gian: So you’re a-OK with the Boss’s orders?|
Luchino: I believe I’ve already explained my stance on this issue.
|Gian: My bad. Once more, please?|
Luchino opens his mouth with a groan. Oh, I am ever so sorry.
Luchino: …What I want is to get out of here as fast as possible and recover our territories in Daivan.
Luchino: The destruction of our family would bring nothing but a boatload of harm. The police can dress it up as much as they want and say the city has been purged or whatever, but Daivan will fall to ruins without the CR:5.
I give a deep nod.
Let’s just say, hypothetically, if the CR:5 were destroyed in all this chaos, it wouldn’t just end with the Boss and all the captains losing money and power.
If the CR:5 loses its territory, all the hyenas’ll come flooding in and trample everything to an unrecognizable pulp, nasty and mushy as the crap in a spitter. I can see it happening.
|Luchino: At this rate, it’ll take years for the city to regain its former legs economically…|
|Luchino: Even in the best case scenario, the majority of Daivan’s Italian immigrants would lose financial stability. It’s happening even now…|
Luchino: …while we’re fucking locked in this prison in the middle of nowhere.
Luchino’s train of thought is easy to follow, and I agree with almost all of it.
Guess there’s more to him than just arrogance. He’s that … how do you put it. He’s the kind of person who was born to stand above others.
Luchino: It seems that my best bet to breaking out of here is to team up with you, Lucky Dog.
Luchino: In the end, it’s just a gamble, though.
|Gian: I’ve got experience under my belt, and more than once at that.|
|Luchino: What have you been doing it for, all these times?|
|Gian: Plain old hobby. I’m the kind of guy who spins up escape plans in my noggin year-round. That’s probably why the Boss turned to me.|
|Luchino: So the fabled Lucky Dog’s hobby is playing jailbird. In other words, this situation is beneficial to all of us in some way.|
|Gian: Happy with the Boss’s mad orders now?|
|Luchino: They were never ‘mad.’ His decisions have always been correct. If they weren’t, he wouldn’t have remained in the position of boss for two decades.|
Oh? Seems like he looks up to the Boss quite a bit.
Ivan’d have laid his ambitions out like an open book and yelled something along the lines of “The moment the Boss loses it, I’m gonna drag him off to retirement myself!”… Well, I guess he is a special case…
|Luchino: Besides, I don’t really want to become boss myself.|
Luchino proudly tosses this out like an afterthought.
|Gian: Oh? Comfy in your seat as capo?|
|Luchino: What do you think?|
Like I would know…
Luchino: You’ve got a long road ahead of you if you want to learn more about me. Work hard.
His smile is fearless, but I also sense a bit of fondness. Guess he won’t spill that easily…
Without me realizing it, the clock’s ticked on by. We’d actually managed to hit it off pretty well. It’s about time I get to the heart of things.
|Gian: Hey, if you get some juicy info through your connections with the inmates, pass it to me? Doesn’t matter if it’s tools or information. I’m low on both.|
Luchino coolly nods.
Luchino: I won’t hold back on my end.
|Gian: Then … I’m counting on you. It’s great to have your help.|
Again, Luchino nods. Then he jerks his chin towards the door, as though to say, “Get out.”
I’ve heard what I needed to hear for now. That’s enough. I shrug my shoulders and leave the room.
What the— Hey! That’s my room! Luchino was acting like he owned everything so I’d left without a second thought…!
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