NEMO-Buttrice

  Sorbet unlocked the door to the apartment, but Gelato walked in before him and plopped himself on the cheap, worn-out couch. They were both exhausted. Neither of them could find a single clue on the boss’s identity. However, Sorbet couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. Instead of relaxing, he closed the blinds and curtains in their apartment. It was dark. Gelato tried to flip on the lights, but Sorbet told him not to. “Babe, you’re paranoid! Nobody is going to know what we did,” the blond commented. “You don’t know that!” he murmured. “When we were looking back, I saw this green-haired man.” “Pesci?” “Pesci? No! Why would it be Pesci?” “Well, he gets around.” Sorbet sighed. “I’ll never understand why people name their stands after songs and bands. Just hush! Find our guns, just in case.” Gelato got up from the couch and rushed into the bedroom. He checked under the bed, searching for the gun case. He brought it out and opened...

  The first month, since La Squadra started working for King Arthur, was brutal. They were constantly rushed to finish the jobs they were given. As it turns out, Formaggio, who was still body swapped with Illuso, couldn’t do his job well against people who knew magic. Where he failed, Illuso excelled, infuriating the man. It seemed like Illuso, Ghiaccio, and Risotto were better suited for assassinations away from Far Far Away. Melone couldn’t do much in his condition. Eventually, Rohan did get married to Shrek. There was a huge ceremony. Luckily for Sorbet and Gelato, they managed to find someone who was trying to assassinate Shrek and put a stop to it. They didn’t do it alone. Prosciutto and Pesci managed to stop the would-be-assassin, and Pesci managed to get his first kill. Now it was five months. For La Squadra, assassinations have been slow but deadlier than ever. Prosciutto lost an eye, forcing him to retire. Whoever Arthur’s enemies are, they were experienced i...

  Sorbet was currently on the road driving at the speed limit in Napoli. He was slightly worn out from his mission and could not wait to be with his Gelato. Suddenly, a ring from his cellphone grabs his attention, distracting him from the road for a few seconds. He hated getting calls while driving, believing that one day it might cause an accident. Slightly irritated, he grabbed the phone with his right arm while the left was on the wheel. “Sorbet!” said his lover Gelato. He was no longer irritated. “What’s taking so long?” “Sorry, I made a mess,” he explained. “Hold on, I’m almost there, love.” “I have a surprise for you,” he said, sounding fruity. “Love, I’m a bit tired for any surprises.” Gelato ended the call. Sorbet did not react because he deeply loved him. The car needed to make a left turn, but the signal was currently red. Sitting in his care patiently, he took a deep breath in and exhaled for a short time. He heard that this was a way to keep oneself awake. Unf...