☁ Narancia listened. He always did and he always would as far as his capo was concerned. However, his expression did not soften at the end of Bruno’s words. If anything, it had sobered into something almost like anger. Like a very low, highly tamed anger. It was not a look that often crossed Narancia’s face.
“You don’t think I know this?” He asked, a bit incredulous still. “I didn’t live my life in Passione, but I know what I chose. I know the kind of danger I picked. I picked it because it’s the only life people would care about me.”
“I don’t want a chance in a world with a dad who didn’t give enough of a shit to pick me up off the streets. I don’t wanna be around the same people who’d sell me to get outta trouble. I want a life here. I want a life with you. With people who’ll be pissed at me because they give a crap about what I’m doing and about how I’m doing. I wanna live my life around people who are gonna care!”
“I signed up for this on my own! I signed up for this because I knew full well that this is a violent and dangerous life and I still want it over any other! I wanna work for you because you’re a good man and good men deserve to have people working for him!”
“So don’t tell me I had a chance with the fuckers who left me to rot in an alley! I’d rather risk my life every day beside you guys than go back to that!”