"Rarity's sure been in there for a while," Narancia said. "She's probably getting debriefed," Abbacchio said dismissively, "Which means she could be up there for a few minutes." "There's no way the boss would let her see his face," Fugo pointed out. "Obviously," Abbacchio retorted, "But he would likely set things up so he wouldn't have to. Frosted glass... Voice modulators... Anything to keep himself hidden." "How do you think Trish is?," Mista wondered, "This is the first time she's meeting her father."

"He's probably explaining what will be happening to her now," Buccellati said, "He likely intends to secure her a new identity in another country. Maybe America or England. Say Giorno, we have some time while we wait. I think you deserve to know my history before I joined the Passione gang." "Sure," Giorno said, "I've heard everyone else's story. And you've all heard mine." Buccellati cleared his throat as he began his story.

"It was back when I was seven years old," he reminisced, "My parents had just divorced after ten years of marriage. My father was not a social man, but he was a hard working one, part of the fishing trade. He was a good father for what it was worth, always trying to protect me and Mother from the cruelties of the world. Mother was loving towards me, and we would always talk together. I still remember the bedtime stories she told me. They seemed happy in marriage, so I never knew why they would suddenly split up. Even today I still don't know."

He sat back. "Mother said she would be leaving town, and so they decided to let me choose who I would stay with. I love my mother, but she was leading the conversation and asking me loaded questions while Father said nothing. They both seemed sure I would chose to live with Mother, but instead... I said I would stay with my father. Mother was shocked beyond belief, but she knew my mind was made up, no matter what she said..." "At least your mother was there when you needed her," Giorno noted.

Buccellati nodded. "The reason I made my choice was because I knew Father was the true victim in all this. Mother would eventually move on with her life, but Father was chained down by his past. That's how I knew... I had to be there for him. To remind him that he still had his family, no matter how much it would change. This is how I have always been... And how I would eventually form the gang you see before you." "What happened to you mother?," Giorno asked.

"Last I heard from her," Buccellati said, "She had remarried a man from Milan. We only saw each other on Christmas. As for my father... Fate took a different turn. Father continued his work as a fisherman, hoping to raise the money I would need to get into a good school in the city. But one day, two visiting fishermen asked him for a ride to an islet off the coast of Napoli. Father often did this, riding tourists and other such fishermen to wherever they wanted for extra cash on his off days."

He closed his eyes. "But this was different. One of the men had left their fishing rod on the boat. Father went to deliver it to them, thinking them idiotic for leaving it behind... Only to find they weren't really fishermen. Well, they were still idiotic, but father also should have thought them suspicious. Because it turned out they were drug smugglers, and father had stumbled onto one of their deals."

"Did they kill him?," Giorno asked. "They almost did," Buccellati said, "They shot at him, hitting him seven times. But luck was on his side, as a passing coast guard found the empty boat, and my father with it. Fortunately, they were equipped to stabilize him and get him to a hospital. But for me... It might have been better if Father had died that day... I was waiting for him to recover when one night I heard the window open. It seems the smugglers learned Father had survived and wanted him dead so he could not testify about their identities."

He smirked. "But I was there, and had a knife, which I used to kill the one trying to kill my father. I then did the same with the other one. I protected my father, as I promised him I would... But there's no going back from something like that. My path in life was set that day, since it was clear those men had accomplices that would be seeking revenge. I couldn't trust the police to guarantee his safety. Eventually I learned of Passione, the gang that secretly ruled the city. I soon swore loyalty to them, and eventually became a favorite of Polpo."

He sighed. "In those days, I believed the gang stood for justice, but that was also when they were breaking their own code... Getting into the same drug trade that nearly cost my father his life. You see..." He came over and whispered to Giorno. "I learned the boss was the one who set up the smuggling operation. And my father eventually died from complications in the hospital after five years." Giorno's eyes widened. He suddenly started to get concerned for Rarity.

"Art of the Dress!" Rarity had her Stand smash through the bottom of the elevator, having stuck a crystal shard on Trish in case of ambush. It was now leading her down. She could barely make out a figure carrying her off, no doubt the boss. 'I'm sure Giorno would want me to find the boss's identity,' she thought, 'But I'm not about to leave Trish to her fate. If I can do this while still pinning the brooch on him, all the better.' She immediately started sliding down using a crystal pillar.

She was sure Buccellati would be heartbroken to hear this. They were bringing Trish to her own execution without even realizing it. But a nagging feeling was in the back of her mind. 'If he wanted her dead why not just task us with it? Or even better, appease La Squadra by giving them the job and offering them the better territory they sought as compensation? There's something here we're missing. And I intend to find out somehow.'

Hey, someone had to ask those questions.

But next episode, Rarity and Art of the Dress vs the mysterious boss (who you already know is Diavolo) and King Crimson.