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Only problem was the guy was part of the Camorra.
We found out later that when the guards started beating him, his gangster buddies jumped in and started kicking the shit out of the guards.
Minutes later, the entire prison exploded into a free-for-all as inmates attacked guards – and then turned on each other.
Dario and I were outside when the violence erupted. We heard shouting inside, then inmates started running across the yard –
CRACK!
A gunshot rang out, and an inmate’s head erupted in a spray of blood.
The guards weren’t even giving warning shots – they were going straight for the kill.
I grabbed Dario and rushed him back towards the prison.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Before we got inside, three other men were shot down like dogs.
“Why’d they kill them?!” I asked when we got inside to safety. The area we were in had an open atrium surrounded by three levels of prison cells.
“The men they just killed were all Camorra,” Dario said. “Which means the Camorra did something to the guards, or the guards did something first and the Camorra are fighting back. Whoever started it, this is bad.”
As though to underscore his words, a guard was thrown over the railing of the third story.
There was a sickening THUD as his body hit the concrete floor.
Whether he was still alive or not, it didn’t matter – inmates immediately swarmed him and began stomping and kicking.
“Jesus…” I said in shock.
“Shit,” Dario said in alarm. “If the guards pull out, we’re fucked.”
“Why would the guards pull out?”
“They would rather lock us down and wait us out than have to come in and clear out the prison floor by floor.”
“Why would we be fucked if they do that?”
“Because if the guards aren’t around, the Camorra will kill every single one of their enemies. Including you and me.”
That was extremely bad news.
“Should we go back to our room?” I asked.
“No – that’s the first place they’ll look for us. We need to hide.”
We ran down several corridors and went deeper and deeper into the bowels of the prison, amongst the heating and water pipes. We were looking for shelter from the chaos –
When the worst of the chaos found us.
“Dario Rosolini,” a voice sneered.
We turned to see five heavily tattooed men and a sixth with close-cropped silver hair.
It was Aristide Caproni – the highest-ranking Camorra boss inside San Vittore.
“Aristide,” Dario said calmly.
