It was nighttime in Catania, Sicily, but it didn't look it. The rain had barely ceased and the endless chatters of passers-by seemed to harmonise with the loud music playing from the street bars. The streetlights brightened the rowdy footpath as three tall men wearing black shirts and hats that rhymed with the darkness walked hastily. "Ehi! Sei Cieco! (Hey! Are you blind?)" A man who looked in his early thirties shouted as he hit his shoulder against the chest of one of the three men. Luca, the third man in question slowly slipped his finger into his pocket. "He's drunk! Lets go" the leader, who was in the centre of the three cautioned and Luca bowed his head, resuming his steps. The men paused, they seemed to have gotten to their destination. Their dark figures were cast on the wet ground and the tickles of rain drops splashed against the small puddles of water on the soil. Lorenzo de niro, popularly called Enzo- the Mafian gang leader stood in front of the cream building with
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