[ her phrasing makes him huff, a little suggestion of a laugh. At least she knows. An outsider might think it's strange that he cared - still cares - this much for a girl who's practically a stranger, but it's just the way he is. Always has been. His mother would always give him a hard time for it, too, saying it would get him in trouble, just like his father. She wasn't wrong. ]

I didn't buy it, [ he answers, shaking his head slightly. ] It was a gift to celebrate my promotion - when I was high enough to lead my own squad. Polpo always had more money than he knew what to do with.

[ enough that he was storing large portions of it inside of urinals. Bruno wasn't even particularly high-ranking, but Polpo had something of a soft spot for him. Probably because he joined when he was so young and clawed his way up to the top. The man liked people that proved their worth to the organization. ]

Since I barely used it, I thought it was a waste of resources. Maybe I should have given him more credit.

[ he's glad it's here now. Turns out that every mobster needs a safehouse at some point in his life - even if it's not for him, specifically. ]