Gio
I’m just finishing washing the blood off my hands and face when the cops show up at my door. They throw their weight around pretty hard, trying to intimidate me. Trying to make this thing with Arnie into something mafia-related. But I’ve been a Tacone too long to even answer their questions without a lawyer present, and since they clearly don’t have anything to even justify taking me in, they leave.
There’s nothing mobster about this situation, even if I was involved.
But that doesn’t change how everyone sees it. Luigi was so sure it was my f*****g fault.
Maybe it was, I don’t know. I didn’t mean to beat the s**t out of the guy… aw, who am I kidding? I totally meant to beat the s**t out of him. He had a f*****g g*n to Marissa’s head. I consider myself extremely merciful for not tak
