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Part 8. Ah Shit, Here We Go Again

Author note:  Enjoy your La Squadra content, my child. I know you are hungry for them.

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Trish had no idea how many times she was dragged into an unwanted situation. She supposed to get used to it despite having her life was on the line. Fortunately, Doppio was next to her side. At least it gave her some sort of closure for her safety. He would never involve her in anything dangerous.

They arrived in a quiet neighbourhood. Most of the buildings there were cheap, dingy and depressing. Beggars were lying on the ground, dogs were barking at them, and shady men were staring with prying eyes. Trish was afraid and held into Doppio. They walked several minutes through a dark alley until they found a small crumpled building. Doppio knocked on the wooden back door and said password in Italian.

"No one can escape the fate that was chosen for them.

All that remains is the end where everything will perish.

Eternal greatness exists only within myself.

Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."

Trish swore she had heard it somewhere.

A man with a bowl haircut glared at them. He talked to Doppio while wiping out leaking tears from his eyes, "Why do you bring a kid here? It's prohibited."

The babysitter whispered to him, "She is the boss's daughter."

That man startled then turned pale. "Crap! Forget what I was saying. Don't tell the boss about this."

The guards opened the door and let them in. Trish was surprised to see the spacious and luxurious room. A black-white marble floor, red sofa and lavish chandelier on the ceiling. She was impressed because they managed to cover their operation under the slums.

The little kid ran and spun in the room. She opened the small refrigerator at the corner of the room. The fridge was filled with a variety of beverages. Trish tried to drink champagne, but it made her dizzy. After changing her choice, she sat on the stool while drinking pineapple juice (while pretending it was a fancy bubbly drink).

Doppio received a call and must leave her. He was worried, but his job was rather important. "I have an errand. Don't go around wandering without supervision, okay? Pinky promise?"

Trish intertwined her finger on his. "Pinky promise!"

She regretted it later.

Several minutes later, a bunch of people came to the place. In the corner of the room, a short old man was standing while holding a sword. His clothes were worn out and tattered. He had a funny haircut, but he looked fit and strong. Despite his shabby appearance, his eyes sparkled with youth. Next to him was a creepy young man. He had big eyes and sunken cheeks. His body looked frail and his clothes were not helping. He wore a sleeveless cagoule with chains, each decorated by one six-pointed star and a pair of tall sneakers. Trish could see scars all across his arms. However, the mad boy was too busy laughing while cutting himself with a razor. She was scared at avoided staring at him.

On the sofa sat a pretty couple. The man had a tall, angular and bony body feature with long hair. His nose, eyes, and eyebrows were thin. He wore a fancy piece-suit with a lot of fur trimming and a large buckle belt. The girl was beautiful, as delicate as a doll. She wore a one suit dress, and flower petals on her long hair. Trish wondered if the liquid from her mouth was blood or tomato juice.

It was rare to see a woman working as a part of the mafia team. Most of them were rough guys and people indebted to the organization. Females usually worked in the 'pleasure department'. Trish had no idea what was that mean and shrugged it. Doppio said she was too young to learn about it.