Boss Blues Driver Clone の小説・ストーリー

The BMW roared through the narrow streets of Naples, weaving past early morning vendors setting up their stalls of fresh fish and bruised fruit. Vito sat in the passenger seat, the Beretta tucked into his waistband, a comforting weight against his skin. Carmine drove with the casual precision of someone who'd spent his life evading tails—mirrors checked every few seconds, speed fluctuating just enough to blend into the chaos of the city. The satellite phone buzzed once in Vito's pocket, but he ignored it. That number was for later, for the calls that would set the wheels in motion.