Ten days later.
Italy, Naples, hilltop villa.
"Before Jon left, he told me a lot about you," Giorno said, legs crossed as he sat in the study's only chair. "He said you are a rare talent, Bruno Bucciarati."
"You're too kind, Boss," Bucciarati replied, lowering his head slightly, showing no disdain for Giorno's age.
"To be honest with you, Jon formed the 'J' organization mostly for fun. Now that he's tired of it, he's left a mess for me to clean up," Giorno sighed. "I hope you and your team can become my right-hand men."
Bucciarati fell silent.
Giorno rubbed his temples. "I know you have concerns. Frankly, I don't want to be in the 'Boss' position either. But there's no choice. Polpo and Pericolo, along with Diavolo's other loyalists, are still selling drugs all over Italy. Besides Risotto's team, I need more power."
"With all due respect, you're too young. It will be hard to command respect," Bucciarati said tactfully.
"The SPW Foundation supports me," Giorno replied calmly. And I can always contact Jon."
Bucciarati fell silent again.
After several seconds of thought, he nodded. "In that case, please command as you see fit, Boss."
After a brief conversation, Giorno dismissed Bucciarati.
Once alone in the spacious study, he laughed softly.
When there's trouble, it's 'Brother Jon'; when there's not, it's 'that bastard.'
He really had changed.
But...
He touched the star-shaped birthmark on his back and then looked down at the faint thread on his chest.
Giorno clicked his tongue in annoyance, muttering, "I'm clearly the elder!"
Italy, Burkary Island.
"From today onwards, our Trish is going back to school," Spice Girl said, placing a hand on Trish's shoulder. "Don't worry, no one can bully you with me around!"
Trish sighed, brushing her hair back. "No one could bully me in the first place."
She couldn't help but think of a handsome face.
Spice Girl tensed up immediately. "Trish, why are you thinking about that guy again? I told you, he's not suitable for you..."
"Ah!" Trish's face turned red. "I'm going to class!"
Spice Girl hesitated but finally sighed.
But then she thought, as long as Trish didn't have to worry about living expenses, she wouldn't leave the island easily.
As long as she couldn't see that guy, her feelings would naturally fade away.
Nice~
Watching Trish's back, Spice Girl clenched her fists.
Early romance? Absolutely not!
Ensuring Trish has a healthy adolescence is the duty and mission of a Stand!
USA, Los Angeles.
The Joestar Mansion.
"Grandma, I'm back," Joseph entered the house, face glowing with joy. "And I brought you a gift!"
Soon, a silver-haired old lady holding a cane appeared on the second floor, looking grumpy. "You're so noisy, I can't even take a nap in peace."
Joseph chuckled, waving the leather bag he held. "This is a gift from Jon, that boy..."
Suzi Q frowned, "Who is Jon?"
"Jon? My son," Joseph replied absentmindedly.
Son?
Another illegitimate child, right?
Suzi Q was too angry to speak.
Joseph scratched his head, thinking, "Why is this old woman so moody? Menopause again?"
Japan.
Morioh Town.
Josuke burst through the door excitedly.
He was met with his mother's angry gaze.
"You little punk, you still know to come home?" Tomoko Higashikata put her hands on her hips. "Do you even care about me, about this family?"
"Mom," Josuke smiled sheepishly.
Suddenly, he had an idea and opened his suitcase.
"Don't be mad. Look, I brought you a gift."
Tomoko glanced into the suitcase, her eyes lighting up with countless little stars.
Gucci's latest shoes and bags, and various brands of cosmetics...
"Tomoko, you have to control yourself. You have to maintain a mother's dignity," Tomoko kept repeating in her mind.
But it was of little use.
Seeing his mom's cheerful expression, Josuke breathed a sigh of relief.
Jon was right after all.
Women, are so easy to deal with~
USA, Florida.
"Come on in, Polnareff." Jotaro opened the door with his key, his expression as calm as ever. "Make yourself at home."
"Then I won't hold back."
Polnareff scratched his head, carrying his simple luggage into the well-decorated villa.
Suddenly, a little girl with delicate features ran out from inside.
"Daddy!"
Polnareff was taken aback, turning to his old friend. "Your daughter?"
"Yare yare daze," Jotaro adjusted his hat, acknowledging her.
Polnareff seemed a bit flustered, complaining, "I knew you got married, but I didn't expect you to have such a big daughter already. I didn't bring a gift!"
"No need to bother."
Jotaro glanced at his daughter clinging to his leg, a hint of love flashing in his eyes.
"Daddy," the little girl said timidly, "who is this uncle?"
Before Jotaro could reply, Polnareff laughed.
He squatted down, reaching out his big hand to rub her hair. "I'm Polnareff, a comrade-in-arms of your dad."
"Comrade-in-arms?" the little girl looked puzzled.
Jotaro quickly cleared his throat, "Polnareff, I don't talk about irrelevant matters at home."
Hmm?
So, that means...
Your wife and daughter don't know you're a Stand user, that you once defeated a vampire who tried to rule the world, and that you were involved in beating up the Italian mafia boss?
Well, you've hidden it deep.
Just then, a well-dressed, beautiful woman walked in.
Seeing Jotaro, she was visibly happy but remained composed due to the guest's presence. "Honey, you're back."
"Hmm."
True Iron Man Jotaro replied coldly.
Polnareff saw this and smacked Jotaro on the back. "Hey, Jotaro, what's with the cold act to your wife?
After a long separation, you should be more enthusiastic.
With such a pretty and sensible wife, you better cherish her, or she might divorce you."
Jotaro's face alternated between red and white.
After a long silence, he reluctantly forced a smile. "Polnareff, you talk too much."
Then he looked at his wife and exhaled deeply.
"Rina, I'm back."