The bustle in the city was key for Enrico to exhale with disdain, rolling his eyes and repeatedly touching the glass of coffee he had bought with his index finger. It was ironic, of course, after all, a high-ranking mafia member did not always walk around without any type of bodyguard, weapons or anything to hide his well-known identity.

He sighed, noticing how the people in his path moved away, looking at him with fear, until a small blow to his chest made him stop abruptly, spilling his coffee, making him hiss, retaining any major sign of pain from the boiling liquid on his skin.

"Watch your way, idiot!"