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[Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

* - Translated directly from Italian.

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[TW: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAIN SCENES OF VIOLENCE THAT SOME VIEWERS MAY FIND DISTURBING, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION]

Florentino: ["So... Y/N, huh?"]*

Y/N glanced at him after hearing his name. Hand in his cheek as he glanced out the window from the passenger seat. He didn't say anything, or reply at all, at his brother's sneaky little smirk which kept glued to him. Instead, Y/N just sighed silently, reaching for his pant's pocket and trying to grab something - "Oh, that's right. Aiden" he thought to himself after not being able to feel his pack of cigarettes.

Instead of replying, Y/N just remained quiet, humming the song that played in the radio through his mind, as an attempt to distract himself from the man by his side. Though Y/N sported what he usually did with a dark palette of colors, Florentino still remained true to his usual self. Golden ring adorned his fingers, with earrings and a fancy necklace underneath a simple white button shirt, dark pants, and leather shoes.

Florentino: ["L/N... L/N... That got me curious"] From the driver's seat, he glanced at his brother with a grin ["Why'd you end up using mom's last name and not father's?"]*

Y/N: ["... I guess I just don't like the sound of it. Cadaverini... A bit too edgy for me"] Y/N glanced down, quiet for a moment before he decided to speak up again ["Plus, I guess it's just a very uncommon name - I didn't want to raise any suspicion. Or attention"]*

Florentino: ["And yet, you did. Not even back in Italy you had friends, now, out of nowhere, you're in a group with six?"] Florentino chuckled, reaching for the lit cigar in his lips that he put out on an ashtray by his side ["I don't buy it. Something's up, I'm sure"] *

YN: ["... So what? Your brother can't make friends anymore?"]*

Florentino: ["My brother is a wimp who's afraid of his own shadow. But you, whoever you are..."] Florentino glanced at Y/N with an amused grin, tightly holding his chin in place - Y/N couldn't move it if he tried ["You're not him. The fire in your eyes tell me you are not afraid of me... Not afraid of death. So what's up with that out of nowhere, hum~?"]*

Y/N: ["... Maybe he's dead"]*

Florentino's eyes glanced down as he heard a click. Faced with a gun pointing directly at the side of his body, his irises trailed back up to Y/N's - They remained cold. Emotionless. With a lack of anything behind them, it prompted Florentino to just chuckle in what felt like amusement and humor at the situation he found himself in. Still fearless and uncaring as always, however, he just pulled his hand back.

Florentino: ["Finger's crossed that he is~"]*

His teasing tone had enough venom to kill an elephant. His tongue, forked by lies, dripped with malice. Even with the gun pointed at him, he didn't appear any different, as if what Y/N aimed at him was but a toy. The latter pulled his firearm away, stuffing it back in his jacket, prompting Florentino to chuckle in excitement. Y/N's eyes remained looking at him carefully, eyeing Florentino with an angered side eye.