Feliciano looked down regretfully at the revolver in his hand, then at the ambulance pulling a sheet over the body laying in the street.
A single tear worked its way down his cheek, mixing with the rain that had been falling for the past hour or so.
He glanced down at his watch, he finished the job early and Lovino wouldn't be here for another half hour to pick him up.
He sighed, he had half an hour now to wallow in his guilt.
It's not like he didn't like the family business it's just that… well sometimes it's just so tiring to have to murder or torture people you don't even know!
Feli pushed his hat up and turned his face to the sky, watching the rain drops fall on his face.
He stiffened as he felt someone wrap their arms around his waist from behind. A million thoughts of who it was ran through his head.
Police? No, he left no evidence.
Lovino? No, he wasn't a touchy-feely guy.
Before Feli even thought of raising his gun, a familiar voice made him stop cold.
"You are not alone. I love you." Then the arms released and the figure walked away.
Feli turned just in time to see a white haired man turn the corner.
"Ti amo."