You all regrouped in a bathroom. 

(Y/N): Okay Mista, stay still, this won't hurt at all. 

You touched him with Mimic, and he was healed. 

Mista: Wow, that didn't hurt at all! I feel great! 

(Y/N): Yep, that's how it works! So then, Burno, now that we got Zucchero and his buddy out of the way we can get the 600 million that Polpo had stashed! 

Bucciarati: Actually, we should wait a bit longer. 

Fugo: Why? Is it that far away? 

Narancia: Wait! Do you hear that? 

Narancia pointed over to two janitors. 

(Y/N): You deal with them. 

Narancia: WHAT?! Why me? 

(Y/N): You pointed them out first. 

Narancia: Fair enough. Hey guys, we're using the bathroom here. Do you think you could back later in 5 minutes? 

Young Janitor: Huh? Are you Mr. Toilette? 

Narancia: What? 

The janitor pointed to a sign that says, "Toilette." 

Young Janitor: IF you're name's Toilette, then this must be your home. As it says on the sign. Then you would be free to tell us to come back later. But if it's not then you have no right to tell us. 

Narnacia: HEY! 

Narnacia grabbed her by the arm, only for the janitor to put his arm in a twist-lock and then pin him down. 

Narancia: HEY! YOU BITCH! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL Y- 

(Y/N): NARANCIA! DON'T! They could be- 

The elder Janitor soon recognized Bucciarati. 

Elder Janitor: Oh, is that you Bucciarait? I'm here to collect the 600 million! 

Bucciarati: You're- Bow all of you! That's Passione Operative, Pericolo! 

(Y/N): WHOA! He's an Operative?! 

Bucciarati: Yes, I contacted him before we landed here on the island. He has come all this way to collect our payment. 

You all bowed your heads in respect. 

Bucciarati: You have my gratitude for making such a long trip for us. 

Pericolo: Oh no need for that. I offered to come here myself. You all can raise your heads now. And I apologize about my friend. She doesn't like to be touched. Now Bucciarati, when you called me, I thought you'd be here alone. I didn't expect your entire gang to be gathered here on Capri. 

Bucciarati: What's with the getup? I mean why are you disguised as janitors? 

Pericolo: We have our reasons. That will be for later. First, do you have the 600 million to pay the gang? 

Bucciarati: Yes, it's right here. 

Bucciarati used Sticky Fingers on a urinal and- 

(Y/N): WHOA! IT'S INSIDE THE URINAL?! 

Mista: You could call that karma for the guys who have been pissing there! Still, a safe place to hide it. 

Pericolo began to inspect each of the gold. 

Pericolo: Hmm ... these are genuine. This one alone could fetch 70 to 60 million at Bvlgari. Bucciarait, I won't ask you how you obtained such a hoard. Passione has nothing to complain about, as long as they get their money. 

He began to store it away. 

Mista: You're taking it away?! 

Narancia: Can't I hold it a- 

You hit Narancia on the head. 

(Y/N): Narancia, be respectful! 

Narancia: OW! Okay, fine! 

Pericolo: Congratulations Bucciarati, you are now promoted to Operative! 

(Y/N): HELL YEAH! Congrats Bruno! We're moving on up! 

Pericolo: You shall inherit the rights to the territory that belonged to Polpol 

(Y/N): I don't know how to feel about patrolling around that fat bastard's stuff. 

Pericolo: That is to say, the gambling and betting operations, the control over the loansharking, the oversight of smuggling operations, and dominion over the restaurants and hotels in the reign of Naples! 50% of the earnings go to the gang, and 50% go to you! 

Mista pat you and Giorno on the shoulders. 

Mista: Man, ever since you two showed up, things have been coming up for us! Amico mios, you two are getting us somewhere! 

Pericolo: This may be sudden though, but since you've inherited the rights to Polpo's jobs, while he was alive there was one job that he still had left to do. 

Bucciarati: And what was that? 

Pericolo: It was an order straight from the Boss, but just before the order went through to Polpo, he committed suicide. 

Everyone: WHAT?! 

(Y/N): FROM THE BOSS?! The guy who would prefer to stay secret? 

Giorno: Does this mean- 

(Y/N): Yeah, we got a chance to actually find him. So, Mr. Pericolo, what is it? 

Pericolo: You must guard his daughter with your lives. 

(Y/N): He had a daughter? 

Pericolo: Yes, she is here. 

The janitor removed her outfit. 

Pericolo: Her name is Trish Una, age 15. Of course it's not the boss' last name, it was her mother's. Trish already knows there are people after her, but she's never seen her father since she was born. As you are aware Bucciarati, the Boss' identity is a secret. Not even I have met him in person. But naturally, even the boss has a past. Of note, in his youth, two months ago, a woman named Donatella died of illness in a hospital in the town of Calabria. A few days before her death, she suddenly began searching for a man by the name of Solido Naso. She had a daughter, and she did this all for her. She wanted to find the father of the girl she was leaving behind, but she failed. And it's no wonder that she did. There was never a man named Naso after all. It was a false name that the boss once used. I reckon that woman never once imagine din all of her life that the man she once dated was now the boss of an organization like Passione. Countless people search for one another every day, normally you wouldn't pay any mind to it. But our gang pays close attention to people who are looking for Naso! That is because the act of looking into the Boss' past is in and of itself, an act of war against Passione. Some people have begun to wispher that perhaps this Donatella knew something about the boss. She had a daughter?! Whose child was she? The daughter of hers? Perhaps the Boss' child? And so on. And of course, knowledge that matter reached the Boss around the same time. His decision was swift: Guard the girl, and hide her! So he sent the order down, the Boss instinctively understood that the girl was his blood-related daughter. At 15 years old, this girl, Trish, whom not even the Bos knew about, had suddenly emerged as if out of thin air. We took her into hiding, and none too soon. Soon after I secured Trish, we crossed paths with some men, we discovered that these men were looking for her and that they wanted to take her hostage! And it was two days ago. 

Bucciarati: And they are? 

Pericolo: Traitors from the Gang. I don't know how many there are, but they seek to overthrow the Boss and seize his drug routes. 

(Y/N): GRRR! 

Giorno: Drugs. 

Bucciarati: For how long do we have to guard her? 

Pericolo: A week. Maybe less even as we speak. 

(Y/N): Alright, thanks. You take care now. 

Pericolo: Yes, best of luck. 

He then took off. 

You then turned to Trish. 

(Y/N): So, Trish. 

Trish: Huh? Yes? 

(Y/N): You look cute. 

Trish: (blushing) Th-Thank you. 

(Y/N): I'm (Y/N), and those are Giorno, Bucciarati, Mista, Fugo, Narancia, and Abbachio. 

Abbachio: Hey, why did you say my name last? 

(Y/N): No reason. 

Trish: Right. Say, I think I'm going to need some new stockings, and this month's issue of Vouge Italia. And some mineral water too. And it has to be French-made. 

(Y/N): Alrighty then! Hey Narancia, can you go and get them? 

Narancia: WHY M- 

(Y/N): You got your ass kicked by her. 

Narancia: Again ... good point. 

Meanwhile ... 

A man sat in his apartment with his cat squirming around. 

???: Hey, can't you see I'm trying to pet you? 

Formaggio (Member of La Squadra, a Gang of Assassins! His Stand is Little Feet, which he can use to shrink anything it hits!) 

???: Hey Formaggio! 

A group of people contacted him. 

Formaggio: Yeah? 

???: Polpo killed himself. 

Formaggio: Oh is that so? So who is guarding Trish now? 

???2: We don't know that yet. 

???3: Well, it could be- 

???2: Do you even have any clue Pesci? 

???3: W-W-Well .. I- 

???2: If you don't then keep quiet and think before you speak! 

???3: Okay Bro. 

???4: It would be worthwhile if I could get some blood off of this to be honest. 

???5: ARGH! YOU STUPID FUCK! SERIOUSLY MELONE, CAN'T YOU THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE ASIDE FROM IMPREGNATING A GOD DAMN SHITTY WHORE?! 

???4: Sheesh Ghiaccio, you're going to have a panic attack. 

???: Enough. Formaggio, I leave this to you. Start your search with the Operatives. 

Formaggio: Yeah, I'm on it. A mission that important would go to someone with a Stand Ability after all. 

He smirked and got up to leave.