We had quite good weather tonight. It was warm enough for me to take of the jacket of my suit. Giulio got out of the car behind me and I heard the door fall shut.

"Now where to from here...", I looked around the area.

It was hard to imagine some shady business going down here. The atmosphere would have fit in some romantic movie. The sun shining on the surface of the water, the fresh sea breeze and the slow rhythm of the fishers at work. Woah, I totally drifted of topic here. Time to concentrate. I turned around sharply. And had my nose in Giulio's face.*-"Giulio don't come so close! Especially when I don't know you are!"

"Yes..."

And again the guilt came rushing in. But before she could take over me I changed topics.

"So where are we leaving the driver?"

Our driver had gotten out as well. The guy driving us was a big punk dressed in an italian tailored suit and quite obviously high up the ladder in Giulio's crew. My guess is that he is one of the few subordinates Giulio trusts, so a word like driver is not fit to describe him.

The guy clearly didn't want his attention. It was amusing to watch as him straighten up and awaiting orders.

Giulio also looked at him.

"Hm. I was actually planning on sending him back or have him wait for us here."

"What for? He would have to come back to pick us up and if he stays he can just as well come with us. I like the guy!" I exclaimed.

The guy looked at me in disbelief. That was clearly not a comment he had expected. He turned to Giulio and froze. I mean it. If I had ever seen a guy freeze, it was at that moment.

"If... that is that Signor Gian thinks is best... then it's alright."

Wow that was a cold voice. I looked at him and well, let's say I stiffened up. I would have frozen if those eyes had been looking at me, but thankfully they were looking at our driver. Holy shit!

"Giulio?"

The Mad Dog slowly looked at me... and disappeared. Giulio had his usual calm face again. His body was tense though.

"Shall we head out Signor Gian?"

I nodded and we started moving in the direction of one of the many boat houses on the port bridge. The driver guy was with us. As I looked him over I saw his hands shivering. Can't blame him really. My own legs felt wobbly as hell. What the hell was that? Why? I only invited a trusted follow of his to tag along with us. So why would he get mad? Arrgh, I wish we were alone after all and I could ask him. But at least I now have the chance to find out why the driver guy was watching me wide eyed in the cars mirror. Oh, yeah, I can't continue to call him 'guy' by the way. Or can I? Whatever!

"Hey, what's your name?" I fully turned to look at him.

"Turner, Signor Gian."

"Nice to meet cha, Turner. And also, you can leave out the Signor. Everyone but Giulio just calls me Gian."

Turner started to frantically shake his head.

"I can't possibly do that. Capo Giulio respects you and if he does, so do I. Please allow me to refer to you in that way."

Somehow I seemed to notice panic in his eyes. I guess it would be hard to ignore Giulio's influence there. But that was no reason for fear. I gave in.

"Fine, do that you like. But I respect Giulio too and get by without those polite empty phrases. He doesn't seem to mind either, don't you think?"

"Signor Gian..."

Giulio appeared at my side a little bit red in the face. Was he embarrassed? At least he seemed happy. After that he came to walk beside me. Turner kept his distance, but followed suit.

We first went do the doc manager, a CP:5 associate. But as expected he could only give us general information about the find yesterday. With nothing on our hands back on the street, I was immediately reminded by my rumbling belly that I missed breakfast.

"Signor Gian. Do you want to go out to eat first?"

Apparently my belly was louder than I thought.

"Yeah, that sounds great actually. We can also discuss what to do next.", I played along.

"In that case... shall we drive to the Unicorn?"

"Ah, no need, no need! Lets just grab a bite somewhere around here... there! That restaurant doesn't look too bad."

I pointed at a restaurant in a side street. Turner furrowed his brows and looked questingly at his superior. But Giulio seemed perfectly fine with my choice.

"Then... let us do that."

I noticed the surprised look on Turners face before he wiped it off. Really what is it with him? I really do need to have a talk with that guy.

"Is...something wrong...Signor Gian?" Giulio spoke up, after I continued staring at his driver and ignoring the rest of the world.

"Oh, no. Sorry about that. I just wondered if Turner was fine with my choice too."

A shadow crossed Giulio's face. Now I was sure that I stepped on some sort of land mine again.

"I'm sure...Turner won't mind. Besides it's getting a bit chilly...Turner... will get your jacked."

And sure as that Turner hurried to agree that the restaurant I pointed at looked very respectable and ran off. I was actually perfectly fine without a jacket and I didn't notice it getting colder too. And did that restaurant really look respectable to Turner? I seriously doubted that, but since I didn't care anyway and only said that as an explanation to my stare, I just shrugged, grabbed Giulio by the hand and walked off in the direction of said restaurant. Man, how I wish I could understand Giulio better.

*Yes, I know: Giulio is 188cm and Gian only 177cm. But that makes him the smallest of all the capo! And I can't stand it! So in my version Gian is 186 cm tall. Only two less than Giulio. I'm willing to compromise as you see. :)

*By the way, the title 'Pushy Dog' refers to a jealous dog, that pushes it competitor away to hold the owners attention. Just thought I would explain that :P Hope you liked it. Lemon chapters will follow soon- grins -, probably the fifth one. I'm already working on it. :D