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This story was heavily inspired by @KaylaND_   (I'm really sorry. 😭 Next story I won't take ideas I just wanted to test them out.)

Bruno Buccellati: the only name you could hear on the grimy streets of Naples, stories about him had spread like wildfire in your hometown. Children, women. You name it, even men blabbered about him. They all say they swore to see a halo hovering over his head. 

Unlike everyone else, you detested whoever this 'heroic' man was. Everyone you knew had been fooled, as usual, it infuriated you. You knew it would end badly. What about when we happen to need protection and then our 'human cushion' doesn't show up. What then? You couldn't grasp why people thought he was worth praying for, it was a horror watching them easily smile like nothing was off. 

You knew he was nothing but a fairytale, probably made up by the newspaper to snatch some cash. But then again, if he was real, what would you do? That was the one question stuck in your mind. It had no answer. Even thinking about him made you feel like a moron. Well, it's not like anything would change he did exist. Everyone should know that it was better to take charge of the situation yourself than rely on others, that's just life.

You groaned as you endlessly pondered on this man. You sighed; to take your mind off of things, you unlocked your door to reveal the neighborhood. A mischievous smile plastered your face. Tourists being deceived, children harassing adults. Yup, looks normal to you. It was the usual sixty-five degrees, the sky a perfect cloudless azure. you were wearing your favorite t-shirt, ideal for the occasion- blistering heat.

There was something you despised about your neighborhood; drugs. The one thing you loathed more than this 'Buccellati'. It was hard to make out, but you had spotted a group of corrupt dealers crowded in an alleyway. It was four of them one of which appeared to be a young child. Just looking at the sight of a child receiving drugs left your stomach churning. You had to stop them. But is it even humanly possible to take on drug dealers? You know for a fact that all of them were most likely gangstars from the Italian mafioso. 

You exiled your negativity and began to devise your master plan. Your house is about 4-5 minutes away, luckily you didn't go too far out. The only option in order to get  your way out unscathed was to flee as soon as you grabbed the child's hands, right? It was time. You shoved hands in pocket and faced head down, this was it.

As you took those few steps towards the alleyway, you felt your demise coming closer. The devil was practically behind your back, taunting you. You knitted yourself together as all the hairs on your body stood up. If anyone saw you, they'd know you were horrified from a mile away. The goosebumps were practically obvious, especially your stance. You had this motionless expression on your face, mortified almost. Ignoring all of those factors, you still slowly tiptoed into the alley and tapped onto a shoulder of what seemed like a thug. As soon as he turned around, all the others did as well. The knot grew tighter in your stomach. The tap was returned by a voice belonging to one of the dealers calling out to you.

"What'dya want bitch?" 

You drew in a quick breath, surprised that you hadn't frozen from the fear you had, "You shouldn't be taking advantage of children, you freaks." You spat- even though you knew you were going to regret hissing back at him. You crouched down and held your trembling hands out, prepared to welcome the child. You analyzed the small figure. By your deductions, he seemed to be around 11 years old. You continued to utter: "Come to me, you shouldn't be with these bastards." 

The grown men all sniggered. One of them added, "Taking our target, eh?" 

"Bitch, if you don't have money then scram! Don't make me shoot you." One of them yelled as the other one peeked behind him, "Yeah! We're part of the Mafia you little fuck." You rolled your eyes in reply to his cockiness. You grabbed the boy's hand, it's time to flee. As soon as you turned around and tugged the boy, you couldn't. No matter how hard you tugged, the boy stood trembling in silence as he refused to move. That's when you looked behind, as if you were a concerned mother. This was bad, extremely bad. You and him were both being held at gunpoint, the child had saved you. If you had ran you'd probably be on the floor bleeding to death by now. They all snickered at your reaction. 
"Hand over the boy or you'll both get it." One of them sneered. 

You bursted out into laughter. Even though you were in a life threatening decision, you couldn't help but let it all out. The thugs were confused, their mouths agape. What did you have up your sleeve this time? Welp.. Nothing at all- It was soon that slight tears ran out but not enough for them to notice. You're dead, for sure this time.  

Huh, so where's your knight and shining armor at? 'Bucellati' is no where to be fount. Just before your death, you had fount out that the rumors were nothing but selfish lies.
Wait what?  You heard footsteeps coming from the exit of the alleyway, someone was here. A mysterious voice soothed your ears: "What on earth are you barbarians doing?" 

"Buccellati? Wait- It's not what it looks like." One of the figures blabbered out, as they all dropped their weapons and released us. 

The fuck did you just hear? Buccellati?  REALLY, RIGHT NOW?
You were in disbelief. You pressed your cold hands against your fuzzy cheeks to make sure it wasn't a nightmare. It felt ice cold. Yup, you're an idiot. The dumb stories are actually real.

"Get the fuck out of here! If you come back, you'll come to regret it."

The men were too stunned to speak. 🤩

"Oi, What did I just say you fuckers. Get out of my sight." He barked. 
The men saluted to him as if he was their boss, "Excuse us Buccellati, sir." They all voiced out, and with that, they all scrambled into the distance. You had a feeling that it was your first and last encounter with them.

Oh rightttt! You had completely forgotten about the child you were grabbing onto. Your hand was left empty, you looked around but he was nowhere to be fount. Instead, a note appeared in your jean pockets. You opened the slip to disclose: 'Thank you' written on it with a badly drawn smiley face. With that goofy ass handwriting, it was safe to assume that the boy had made his way home.  

Now it was just you and him. You had no idea how to start the conversation at all, I mean, just seconds ago you had believed that he was a myth. 

"Not even a thank you, la signorina?" Bucellati asked with a warm smile.
 You do admit he had saved your life, he deserved one: "Thank you, I guess." You murmured whilst averting your eyes to the side. You were unable to look at the mans face, you were still flabbergasted at the fact that that everything was true, maybe a false rumor or two, but besides from that it completely matched the ideal image of him. He seemed how he actually looked: dedicated to taking the most honorable course of action, even if he were to put his life at risk.

"I see, your a quiet one." Bucellati chuckles, "Give me your phone."  He demands. You had a feeling that refusing wouldn't be an option as you handed him the phone, it didn't bother you anyways. It had only been a while since you met him, but you were already addicted to him since you knew for sure that you'd see this man sometime again. As you received your phone back, you look through it to see what he had done. You grinned as you had spotted a new phone number added to your contacts.

" Arrivederci."
"Goodbye, until we meet again." [Translation]