Although Polpo was better alive than he was dead, Trish couldnât help but think it allowed much more freedom of control over aspects of the gang that her father would be too busy mending the aftermath of his murder to notice.
There was one particular asset that she had made good use of. Leone Abbacchioâs Moody Blues could quite possibly be the downfall that anyone looking to dethrone her father needed -- and whilst that was a goal Trish was working towards herself, if they had ill intentions against Diavolo, no doubt they wouldnât prune the family tree by beheading the top of it. The offspring would be similarly uprooted.
But, Leone was part of a squad, Brunoâs, to be exact. Taking him away from there would cause unnecessary descent. She didnât want to draw attention to them, or her fatherâs eye, for that matter. So, she simply disbanded the squad, reassigned them.
Mistaâs reassignment to Squadra Esecuzioni made sense; given what she had read about his Stand. A gunslinger made a perfect fit for hitmen and assassins.Â
âGuido Mista.. is it?â Trish addressed once she had finally made her presence known. The room she had invited him to (under pressure that missing the âmeetingâ was.. ill-advised at best) was fairly basic considering the safe house location. Furnished and neat, but hardly the lavish luxury she had enjoyed in the various villas within her fatherâs possession.
âGo on, sit. Youâre not in any trouble. Youâd know if you were.â A wry smile sits on her lips at that. â -- Why donât you start with telling me about yourself? Thatâs always an icebreaker, I find.â
