Well, this was surprising. Cyril's eyes widened when he discovered that this was the Mafia's fault. The word itself made him bristle. There was no way that he was going to go through with this. His fists clenched and he returned to glare at Sonya. [B]"I've already been in the mafia. There's no way that I'm working for a bunch of scumbags like the Vongola."[/b] he spat at her, before whirling around and walking straight past a struggling Abby. [I]I can't believe it. They're after me again.[/I] fear was beginning to well in his heart, but he held it back from deforming his features. He glowered over his shoulder and saw a blond brat (Fionn) help Abby with the man leaning on her shoulder. [I]I might have to leave Trespiano. Maybe I can go to Rome, or even as far as France.[/I]