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Part 3: Daivan

Chapter 13

Breaking Free

Don Bondone’s imposing mansion is in an uproar.  Gathered around it are a large number of private soldiers, openly armed, and their vehicles.

Sitting in the middle of the high-strung atmosphere, as though on alert for an attack that could come at any second, is the Bondone mansion.  There, deep, deep inside…

     

Giulio: Gh … ugh…!

Bondone: It must have been because you turned your back on my commands that those brats caught wind of me…  But, regardless…

Bondone: The Toscanini family is already at an end.  …The Caporegime Cinque … such daft fools have no hope of protecting the old ways.

Giulio: …Grandfather, why … did you betray the family…?  Why did you do such things to the people of Daivan…?

Bondone: Those peasants…

The old man caresses the silver lion adorning his cane as he spits his words out.

Bondone: Humans like them are alive, and nothing more.  That is what it means to be poor.  I have told you this countless times, fool…!

     

Crack.

Giulio: …Ugh … gh…

Crack.

Bondone: …It is all that brat’s fault.  I should have dealt with him sooner.  It is all because of that meddlesome Alessandro that…

Crack.

Giulio: Gh…!  …Grandfather…

A choked sound leaks from Giulio’s mouth, but … the old man knows very well that the voice isn’t emitted out of any pain or fear of the cane.

Bondone: You … still dare to go against me…?!  It is because of him…! It is all that brat’s fault…!

Crack.

Giulio: What … do you intend to do to Gian…?!

From deep within Giulio’s voice, a fire starts to burn.  The man swings his cane up in irritation again, but … fatigue sways him, his soldiers barely catching him in time.

Bondone: …Haa, haa…!  Haa, haha!  Hahaha!  That child…!  If only he’d been useful to the end.  Either way…

Bondone: This will be the end of that meddlesome del Salto bloodline.

Giulio: …?!  …What … do you mean—

Crack.

Bondone: You…!  You need do nothing more than listen to my orders!

GD Soldier A: Hey!  We’re getting off!

Whack.

Gian: Guah…!!

I get hoisted up like a sack of rubbish before getting tossed to the ground.  …I’m getting taken out of the trunk…

The fresh air fills my lungs to the brim with the taste of blood.  …I’m … still alive…

…The sunlight’s burning my eyes…  …Is it evening already…?

Gian: …Shit…  Where is … this…?  Ngh…

In front of my eyes, so close to the ground, I see several shoes – the gangsters’ feet…  There’s more than ten people…

Suddenly, I realize that I’m lying on a neatly, carefully trimmed lawn.  …Beside it’s an asphalt road and tire tracks.

…Where is this?  It’s no place I know.  …Is it some villa?  A cottage?  …A hotel…?  Is this even Daivan in the first place?

…Or is it the GD’s city, Rockwell…?

Whack.

GD Soldier B: Stand on your own, you limp macaroni.

This time, a kick sinks into my gut.

GD Soldier C: This is that Boss of theirs?

GD Soldier A: Huh, it’s just a kid!  This guy’s … the head of the Mafia?

Bondone Soldier A: Yes, this is Giancarlo.  Perhaps you would be more familiar with the name … Lucky Dog?

The sentences of Italian-accented English come from behind me, raising a murmur among the hoodlums, and in a few breath’s time, the silence returns.

The people around me are GD gangsters and … fuck, the black suits are Bondone’s private troops.  Looks like they’re in real tight with the enemy….

GD Soldier C: Him…?  A wimpy bastard like this’s the partner of the Mad Dog that whacked Max and the others?!

Bondone Soldier A: There’s no question.  Let that fucking Sandro meet him.  That’ll solve everything in one shot.

GD Soldier B: Shit…!!  Our fellas were killed by someone like this?!

A swell of English swearing wells up from around me.  In the meantime, I’m punched, kicked, and tossed down and given the beatdown.

Gian: Guh…!  Guah!  Angh!  …Gh…!!

GD Soldier A: I wanna fucking finish you off right here, fucking shit!  They’ll take good care of you on the other side!

Gian: Uwagh…!

GD Soldier B: Hey!  The boss’s calling.

The lynching stops, and once again I’m dragged onto my feet.

     

This time, my vision’s gone all wonky from the agony from the beating.

…Someone’s … coming.

….Is it … the GD boss…?

Dave: So this is him.  Haha, to think both Bosses would be delivered straight into our hands.  Your brotherly love makes me want to cry, macaroni bastards.

Gian: …Wh…  Wh…at’d you … mean…?

From behind the man … several gangsters surround a wheelchair as it’s being pushed forward.  Sitting on the chair in a simple suit … is…?!

Gian: What?!  …No way…!

The gentleman sitting on the wheelchair looks at me.  His eyes … curve into a slightly fatigued smile.

Alessandro: …Giancarlo.  You’ve grown.

Gian: Wh—?!  The fuck’re you saying…?!  Is that really…?  Why’re you…?!

It’s pops – Capo Alessandro del Salto.  There’s no question it’s him.  There’s no way I could mistake him for anyone else.

Dave: Oh?  It looks like both of them are the real thing.

Gian: Old man…!  Why’re you here—

Did even Alessandro betray us, too?!

…No … it looks somewhat different.  The boss’s hands and ankles are bound tight to the wheelchair with a thick rope.  …In other words…

Gian: They … caught you, too?

Alessandro: Sorry.  I‘ve lost my touch, to be sold out by my men.

Gian: …Was it Bondone?

Alessandro: What?  It was him for you?  Damn.  I thought I’d put an end to this with the purge, but I guess many things rot with the passage of time.

The old man’s … acting so normal for someone who’d been held captive for so long.

Dave: What a touching reunion.  Now then, it’s about time we move on to the main topic.

The GD executive signaled with his chin.  Then,

Thump.

Gian: Guah…!!

The thugs start ganging up on me.  …My consciousness wanes from the piercing agony of each strike…

Gian: Ugah!  Ah, uwaagngh…!!

Alessandro: Stop.  If you want to threaten me, then just hit me instead.

Dave: But that hasn’t been very effective, you see.  This method … is much more likely to draw your attention, right?

Alessandro: …You pigs.

     

Gian: Uwah!  Gh, ngh…  Urgh … gh…!

…The guys striking me … are holding back.  …Planning on keeping it at pain to threaten Boss, huh…

They drag me up, sock me in the stomach…

…and pummel me down into the bloody bile I’d just hurled up.

Alessandro:  Stop it.  He’ll die at this rate.  If this man dies … I will never cooperate with you.

Dave: Haha, we won’t kill him off so soon.  I’m looking forward to how long you can bear your dear little junior’s screams.

The executive gives some kind of order to the man behind him.  The stick-like man – doesn’t look like a thug at all – strides away on hasty feet…  I have a real nasty feeling…

…But…  I never thought the Boss’d be caught, too…  …I don’t get it…

…Why’re the GD keeping the old man alive…?  It doesn’t look like he’s gone through any awful torture.

…Why didn’t they threaten the CR:5 if they already had the Boss in their hands…?  I want to ask this of Boss, but…

Gian: Gh…

…The only sounds my mouth are capable of producing are groans of pain.  …The boss we’d been searching for all this time is right here in front of me, and yet I…

Alessandro: Stop.  …Please, stop already.

Dave: Hm?  I can’t hear you.  Say that again.  You have to say it louder, from start to finish.

Alessandro: I will meet with your boss.  I will meet with him and talk with him … so, stop this already!

Dave: Hmph.  That’s a deal.

Gian: Uh … urk…  Gah…

Their beating’s merciless…  I spit out the blood in my mouth, inch forward like a worm…

Dave: Haha, is he really that important?  This kid, he’s the Second Boss?  Hey, Sandro the Reaper, you’ve grown quite soft, haven’t you?

Alessandro: You don’t treasure your family?

Old pops’s voice flows into my ears.  When I hear that voice in my mind dark with fear and pain, I can feel the tears well up…

At an order from the suit, the thugs swivel Alessandro’s chair around and push it away.  The Boss cranes his neck back to look at me and starts yelling wildly,

Alessandro: Hey!  Let me talk to him!  Hey…!

Dave: Be a good boy and you’ll get to see him again.

Alessandro: …Gian!  Giancarlo…!

The boss’s chair gets pushed to a blind spot from where I’m lying…  Instead, what appears in front of my eyes is a pair of sparkling snakeskin shoes.

Thwump.

Gian: Gugah…!

The bastard stomps down on my head.  I hear his voice come down from above.

Dave: There’s a whole bunch of guys who’ve had their friends and family whacked by you waiting in the wing, Lucky Dog.  They’ll take extra special care of you, Mr. Pretty Boy.

I could only return a sobby groan in response…

In the dim room completely devoid of any light…

Whumph whumph.  Whack.

Giulio’s body is struck, again and again.  The soldiers supporting Giulio at each side are beginning to look exasperated.

Bondone Soldier B: Sir, isn’t it enough now…?

Bondone: …Stay in line!  Keep him upright…!

Thump.

Giulio: Ngh…

Thump.

Bondone: Why … do you not listen my words…?!  In the past … you would submit … immediately after this…!

Giulio: …Grandfather…  Why … did you betray … us…?

Bondone: Y-You still dare talk back…?!

Whack.

Bondone: Is it because of that brat…?  Just how much must he get in my way…?!

Giulio: Just what … have you done with Gian…?  Did … Did you…?!

Bondone: Hmph!  That fool is not worth dirtying my hands.  About now, he…

A horribly repulsive smile appears among the loose folds of skin on Bondone’s aged face.  He shoves the butt of his cane into Giulio’s chest and says,

Bondone: …should be receiving a special welcome by that gang of gravediggers…!  Hahaha…!  Serves him right!

Giulio: Wh-what … did you say…?!

A wave ripples through Giulio’s hair.  Like a wave of invisible thorns, something eminates from his body, causing the men seizing him to flinch.

Bondone: It is because of that fool they almost discovered I was clearing out that gang’s worthless scum.  …If you had only listened to what I said…

Bondone: …the man named Gian would not have needed to die!

Giulio: …!!  …A-Ah…

Giulio’s face, his voice, his lips shudder.  His eyes – glass bead eyes of black – focus directly on the elder and pierces him through…

Giulio: How is it possible for anyone…

Bondone: Wh-What…?!  Damn you!  Giulio…?!

Giulio: …to be as depraved as you…?

Bondone: Y-you dare speak to me like that…?!

Bondone Soldier B: Hey!  How dare you speak like that to the Master?!

Bondone Soldier C: Sir, please rest.  We will handle him.

Unsightly smiles creep onto the faces of the men supporting Giulio as they tighten their grip.  Another man begins wrapping a handkerchief around his clenched fist…

Giulio: …Where … is Gian…?

Bondone: G-Giulio, what are you…?!

Bondone Soldier C: Shut your mouth, Young Master…!

The man sends a punch towards Giulio’s gut…

     

     

Crack. Crrk.

Bondone Soldier B: Gh?!  Ghaaa!!

Bondone Soldier C: Wha—  Gaaah!

The men supporting Giulio, the two soldiers seizing his arms, both fall to the ground screaming, their legs broken.

Their arms twist and crack in directions they shouldn’t like a bad comedy.

Giulio: …

Giulio stands, slowly dropping his arms.  As the elder Bondone and the other soldiers stand dazed at the shrieks of the men whose arms were broken,

Giulio: Where … is Gian…?

A frigid voice, chilling to the bones, repeats the question.  The old man stares at the grandson who should have been under his control with eyes of confusion, rage … and fear.

Bondone Soldier D: E-Ee!  Eeeah!!

Giulio’s hand grabs the fingers on that man’s left hand.  Then…

Giulio: …Where did you take Giancarlo?

Giulio’s voice rumbles quietly.  The man struggles to free his chin and throws a glance back at Don Bondone…  Giulio gently tightens his grip on the fingers.

Bondone Soldier D: U-Uwaah!!  W-Wait!  Wait, please!!  …The golf field!!  The Royal Forest Park!  He’s there…!!

Giulio: Are the GD also there…?

Bondone Soldier D: Yes…!!  They’re using it as their base!!  P-Please, d-don’t—

Krrk.

The man’s neck snaps at a 90 degree angle, cutting off his words.

Giulio continues forward, tossing the man aside.  He picks up the jacket they’d ripped off him and left lying on the floor.

Bondone: G-Giulio…?!  You are…  No…!  Stop!  That is where…!

But his grandfather’s words no longer reach his ears.  He slips on the jacket, and then … he picks up the gun left on the floor, the rifle he had modified and sawed short in his room…

Giulio: …

…the room he and Gian had spent together.  Giulio picks it up dearly, gazes at it … and then holsters it behind him through his belt.

And just like that, Giulio continues walking…

Bondone: …Giulio!  …Stop!  Stop right there…!

…and leaves.  What is left … is nothing more than several men moaning hideously and the forlorn expression on an old man who knows he has lost everything.

Bondone: Wh-Why…?  Why…?!  Even you…?!  How dare you…!  I will never forgive you…!  Never…!

Slam.

Bondone Soldier A: …Sir!  The other captains are heading this way…!  Please prepare to leave.  Staying here is dangerous!

Bondone: Damn you…!  Damn you…!!

     

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