"I don't wanna be the cause your short life, old man." He scoffed, exhaling a puff of smoke.
"Fuck off โ shouldn't you be smuggling drugs or some shit."
A bullet knows nothing of friendship.
He doesn't know the boy well enough, nor does he know what's going on, but.
He was just giving Eric some friendly advice.
He could never go wrong with a gun ... unless heโs not familiar with using one either.
He might have a problem, Giovanni was always more than welcome to help.