In Bocca Al Lupo

40- Super Mega Gore Fest

small cw for body horror in this chapter

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In the end, Bucciarati and I had decided that neither of us were going to be standing around and doing nothing. That being said, getting pulled by the wrist as Bucciarati dragged me back to the car wasn't fun either. Having waited long enough for me sit down, Bucciarati put the pedal to the metal and made me reconsider getting in the same car as him.

Seeing the determined look on his face, I gently reached out and set one of my hands onto his arm, "Hey, man, slow it down. They couldn't have gotten far."

Bucciarati gave me a quick glance, "I know that. I'm going to try and run them over."

Holding back the urge to make a snarky comment for the sake of not going to back to the two of us being at the other's throat, I sat back in my seat and hoped that he wouldn't crash and get us killed. Bucciarati took a sharp turn, making me pull my legs to my chest and hide my face with a low groan, "Oh fuck, I can't watch this."

Giving me no response, Bucciarati continued to absolutely floor it. Closing my eyes was probably not the way to go, considering it made preparing for any sharp turns impossible. Daring to peek out the windshield, I noticed that Bucciarati was currently trying to run down some poor bastard who was running for his life.

Watching him dive into an alleyway, I made note of which one it was an held on for dear life as Bucciarati drifted the car to a stop and hurriedly got out. Following him after a brief moment of consideration, I ditched the car and ran after him. Coming while Bucciarati was already beginning to interrogate the dude, I stepped up quickly to try and get in on some of the action.

Glaring down at the man of the hour, Bucciarati squared his shoulders and asked, "So, where did you take the money?"

Backed into a corner and currently seated on the floor, the man pressed his back up against the wall, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Really?" Bucciarati seemed unconvinced, "Then why were you running?"

"What the hell else am I supposed to do when some crazy guy starts trying to run you over?!" To be fair, the guy did make a bit of a point. Not wanting to excuse him for that, I waited for Bucciarati's decision.

With a pensive hum, Bucciarati's form relaxed a bit. Assuming that he was starting to second-guess himself, I paced forwards to either confuse the hell out of this guy or hopefully bust him. Scowling deeply, I crossed my arms over my chest and spoke up, "I can tell you're lying, y'know!"

Both Bucciarati and the guy turned their attention onto me, the latter taking the bait and asked, "Wh- what do you mean by that?!"

"It's really hard to notice, so you should be grateful that I know how to pick up on this," I pointed at my forehead, "There's a bunch of veins in your face, but I've discovered that you can tell when a Stand user is lying because it starts to stand out."

Seeing alarm break out onto the guy's face, I let Bucciarati handle him with Sticky Fingers, the man only beginning to summon a humanoid purple figure before getting slugged across the face. Taking advantage of the shock, Sticky Fingers was quick to use a zipper to separate head from body.

A bit impressed that my dumb plan actually worked, I let Bucciarati handle it from here. Paying about half as much attention as normal, I entertained myself by tapping one of my feet rhythmically against the ground. Well, until Bucciarati called for my help, "(Name), would you mind giving him a little kick to jog his memory a bit?"

"Mm?" I snapped my attention onto Bucciarati holding the head in his hands and shrugged, "Sure, why not."

Doing as he asked, I wandered up to the headless body and gave it a rough kick, making a show of swinging my leg back. Although the first kick didn't seem to get the job up, using Daft Punk to lift up his body and throw it into a dumpster seemed to get the message across. In the end, there was a tearful delivery of where the money was dropped and who it was delivered to, some cuck named Massimo Volpe.