Jolyne never questioned on what Giorno did for money. Early on in their relationship, she quickly ruled out one possible job.

Giorno, very clearly, not sell drugs.

She would watch him as he stared at the teens off in the alleys doing their exchanges. He would have a look of disappointment and another emotion that she couldn't place.

He clearly was a leader in whatever he did for work. From the talks, he has with his close friends, Mista and Trish, he has a very comfortable standing in where he is.

He couldn't possibly do anything violent.

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Giorno rarely ever did this. Going to a club that is. In Italy, he would prefer to go to a pub before entering a club. Mista has dragged him once or twice to loosen him up as a young adult.

It just never suited him.

And in Florida, it was all the more worst. The music stung his ears and the smells entering his nose weren't lighting up the situation.

Why was he here again?

A glance here and there, gave him a reason but not the main reason.

Oh, how he hated the control of drugs on the people. He had clean his streets a long time ago and the area seems all the brighter because of it. Teenagers aren't getting arrested and officers are not being paid off to keep quiet.

It was better. Not perfect but better.

Trish would be his scout, going where he would easily be noticed or recognized. Mista would be his knife. Or in this case, all cases, Gun.

Mista was actually enjoying himself in the club. Dancing where he could before continuing on with Giorno.

"So what's the plan, Giorno?" Speaking in his native tongue gave him a few glances from the ladies in the crowd.

Giorno replied when he glances at the railing to see a few guys that seem to study the floor."Just enjoy yourself for now. You'll know when to join."

Mista grinned at that and turned to the nearest lady started to flirt in Italian. Giorno, on the other hand, made his way upstairs. Restricted access and he still went through when finally he was stopped by two guards. Both look to him and he looks at them unimpressed.

Oh, these guys really weren't ready for him.

"This floor is only for Copperheads."

"I would go back and get yourself a drink down on the floor."

Giorno did his research and knew what he was doing.

"I came to see King Copper."

The more dominant of the two looked over their shoulder to something off in the distance before looking back at him.

"King Copper won't see just anyone." Reaching into his pocket, Giorno tosses something to both guards and they parted way for him.

The two guards bite into the gold coins and laughed at the blond.

Oh yeah, that dude was so dead.

Giorno walked down the hall and slowly enter the room.

A man in a tailored suit sat with a guard at his side looking at some papers. The man looks to be close to sixty and a few scars here and there.

Giorno knew this was the man of the night.

King Copper or Issac Cash.

Issac looked to the stranger in his presence before leaning back in his chair.

"Did you get lost, boy?"

Giorno unfazed stood his ground and then spoke. "No, I do believe I'm in the right place. King Copper right?"

laughed and look to his guard," This one has balls."

Giorno let him laugh it out before he stood and spoke again. " Now boy, I would politely ask you to leave before you leave in a body bag." Oh, Giorno thought, threats.

Giorno shook his head, "I don't think I will. I just want some answers." King Copper laughed at him again.

"Boy you, Don't have the right to ask any questions when in the den of this snake."

A shift from behind told him the guards from the stairs followed him and were standing with their guns out now.

"How sad, I really was hoping for answers."Giorno sad before a scream was heard and King Copper and his guard flinched back.

The gold coins he gave the guards turned into copperheads and have bitten the guards.

King Copper did something unexpected and Giorno jumped back as a strike came his way.

This boss had a stand, Snake-like features, and long-range.

Giorno dodged again as fangs came his way.

"So you can see Little Snake too? They did say there were more like me."

Giorno looked to him,'they?', he saw from the corner of his eye saw the last guard pull his gun.

Shots rang and Giorno smile as he heard the cheer from the bullets as the target went down.

Number one and Number two danced and cheered as Mista ready to shoot at King Copper.

King Copper rolled his sleeves as his stand curled around him. A look came to him and Cash pointed to Giorno.

"You...I've heard of you." Giorno tilted his head, curious about what he is going to say.

"YOU'RE THAT BLOND BASTASD'S SON AREN'T YOU!" Giorno was confused at the statement.

"Who?" Mista lowered his gun a bit but both moved when Little Snake went for an attack and King Copper pulled a gun from his desk drawer.

"That bastard came in saying that he 'allowed' me to continue my business but now he sends his shit son to do his dirty work." Giorno did like where this was going.

"Mista, I'm done here."

Giorno dodges one last attack before pulling his stand out to finish the job.

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Dio watch from the rooftop as Giorno and his comrade escape from the scene before the cops came.

Dio was impressed that his son took after him quick nicely. Barely any sign of a Joestar when he shows his power.

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Giorno looked over is shoulder to a building's roof to see nothing. He continued on his way back home with Mista giving him a run down.

Jolyne looked from her spot on the couch to see Giorno return with some ice cream for her. She smiled when it turned out to be her favorite. Though she did question why he bought the expensive brand.

But he was already off to get ready for bed.

Jolyne watches him turn in for the night and then turn back to chill a bit more.

He couldn't do anything violent for a job, right?

./.,

Giorno leans his head back against the wall as the shower gives off white noise.

Violence is what he knows for his line of work.

He winces as the gunshot sealed finally. Having replaced his shirt before entering the house.

He exits the shower and finishes getting ready for bed. Jolyne already curled up and asleep.

He looks to his pride and joy and knew one thing.

He truly did want to protect her from his world. For if they are both stand users, then violence will follow them.