Page 41 of Massimo


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And another one of Nona’s men get shot all to hell –

All while hanging over the Mountain’s shoulder.

And now there was a dead man with a hole in his head leaking blood all over the floor of the boat.

The giant from Tuscany was not exactly sympathetic.

“SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!” he screamed at me.

“THERE’S A DEAD BODY!” I yelled back.

“AND THERE’S GONNA BE TWO MORE IF I DON’T GET US OUT OF HERE!”

I winced as I stepped through the puddle of crimson and maneuvered to the back seats.

In her song “Bodak Yellow,” Cardi B calls Christian Louboutins ‘bloody shoes’ because of their signature red soles.

Well, my Louboutins were bloody shoes for real.

I felt the slight motion of the boat as we moved away from the pier.

I was just turning around to sit when a giant spike in acceleration threw me backwards onto my ass –

And we shot out into the Grand Canal at top speed.

“A LITTLE WARNING WOULD BE NICE, ASSHOLE!” I screamed at him.

He ignored me as he sped down the center of the waterway –

Straight for a Vaporetto, one of the ‘water buses’ that ferried dozens of people at a time through Venice.

“WATCH OUT!” I shrieked.

He jerked the wheel at the last second, and we curved out of the path of the Vaporetto –

Towards a water taxi and a couple of motorboats.

I screamed again, but he managed to avoid them as we sped down the middle of the waterway.

All the other boats hugged the sides of the canal to keep out of our way.

Massimo apparently knew how to drive a boat –

But he did not know how deal with traffic, that was for damn sure.

“Do I need to come up there and drive?!” I shouted angrily.

“No, but you need to tell me how to get to your grandmother’s!”

“The fastest way would be to take the – ”

“What?!” he yelled over the roar of the motor and the wind.

Fuck this.

I leaned forward, grabbed the passenger seat in front of me, and pulled myself onto my feet.

Then I winced as I stepped through the blood and over the corpse –

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