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The Sicilia Legale don't organize like all the actual Families. After all, it's made up of tons of families, big and small.

Nobody from the big Families would give a shit about our Sicilia Legale nobodies.

Pff. They'll come begging for me to join them one day, no doubt about it.

In any case, there's no heading back to Vite City for now... no, maybe we can never return.

And we've offended the Trin Famiglia. We've got no place in Vite anymore.

Ha ha. We caused a shitstorm, after all. I kinda wanna see my old capo Layton. *Hack*—*spit*! See what his stupid face looks like right now.

For sure.

Ha. Too late for regrets at this point.

Regrets... I wouldn't go that far. Layton was a real son of a bitch, after all.

Sold us out and still wanted us to count his money. Wasn't happening.

Mm-hm. No regrets here either.

Hey, take your mind off it. Look, there's still some families who treat coming out of jail for the first time like an initiation, and you're not a real member until then.

And yesterday, we defied our Family and hightailed it out of the city.

So I now declare, you are true members of my Chiave Famiglia!

Aosta, you're the family's consigliere!

Haha.

Broca, you're the family's underboss!

Heh.

'♪But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell—'

'♪You don't know—'

'♪You don't know you're disgusting!'

By the way, we've been driving for ages without seeing a single guy, eh.

Apart from a couple gathering spots and settlements, there wouldn't be any lone travelers outside the cities in the first place.

Because there's a few families who couldn't stick it in the cities and spread out to the barrens to wreck shop. I've been with the family's caravans a few times before, and every time we'd make the right preparations.

Anyone like us, running off into the wild without a second of prep? Probably cruising down Death Road.

Ha, Death Road. I like that.

But yeah, back in the garage, I saw plenty of guys prepping themselves a hell of a lot of stuff to head out with.

Egh, if we coulda brought a little more to eat when we escaped, that woulda been good. Aosta—

Forget about the food in the trunk. That's for emergencies.

Tch.

I'll take the fact we escaped at all.

If we weren't lucky enough to have Mandel on guard that night, we'd probably be tied to chairs blindfolded in a dark closet right about now.

Broca, next time something like this happens, remind me to bring more food.

Alright.

You... whatever.

Man, this is boring, though. All this land forever and no way to use it.

Look, over here, we could set up a garage THIIIIIIIIS big, and then we could pimp rides inside. Wouldn't that rule?

And what about Catastrophes? We'd have no way to stand up to one.

Egh. Catastrophes, Oripathy—nothing's ever good in this whole stretch of world.

Broca, I'm begging you, you got ANYTHING interesting?

Want to take a look?

What's this?

A book I just finished reading.

About what?

A novel about a pair of lovers who were broken apart in the end due to the conflict between their two families.

The ending is very moving.

Forget it. Whaddaya even doing bringing that kinda book?

Because Aosta said the journey would be incredibly boring.

Yo, Broca, I've been pretty curious for a while now. You like reading those?

Not 'like' like. I just read them when I have nothing else to do. They're alright.

I gotcha. Yo, that reminds me, Aosta, you ever get a girlfriend before?

No.

You, Broca?

No.

Pfft. Me neither. I don't get what's so fun about dating.

Hey, Aosta, I'm guessing you like that kinda book too?

I prefer political and historical titles more.

Tch, I shouldn'ta asked. Those two words make me fall asleep.

'♪She played mouth harp in a Victorian band,'

'♪But she fell in love with a Columbian man.'

Yo, can something just happen already—huh?

Hey, Aosta, look over there.

That's...

I'm begging you, my mother's growing old and my children need me...

Outta my face. I'm feeding my old and my young just the same.

Now be nice and shut up. You piss me off and I'll open you a few new breathing holes!

*whimper*...

Hey, Aosta, Broca, I've got an idea.

Don't tell me you wanna play robbers with them.

Eh? I'm saying we scare the robbers the hell outta here, and then we ask these merchant guys for some supplies. How about it?

Yo, but your idea's not bad either.

No. Actually, let's go with your plan.

For sure?

For sure.

And if they don't cough up the goods, we just have to make them.

I like it! C'mon, full speed ahead, let's knock those morons into next week! Broca, get ready to fight!

Alright.

Hey, look over there!

What?!

Ha! Get down!

Hmph!

Tch.

(Whisper) I'll give you an opportunity. You take it...

(Whisper) Got it, got it.

Also, Broca, you...

Alright. I'll do my best.

What're you mumbling about over there!?

Out!

Tch. You're a pretty tough guy. All of you, over here! Deal with him!

Got it!

Hmph!

Hey, pretty boy, where you going!?

Now!

Right, right!

With Aosta acting as bait, the bandits have momentarily overlooked the merchants' presence, and on Aosta's signal to seize this chance, they jump aboard the car.

After that, following a fit of rumbling, the car vanishes into the dirt and dust.

Cazzo, you three sons of bitches!!!

Wait, what about our supplies now?

Just stay alive!

As the merchants draw the bandits' attention, Aosta jumps aboard the gang's own ride and revs the engine up.