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The fourth guy saw what I’d done and hesitated.
That was it for him. I drove my elbow into his throat and crushed his windpipe. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. He might not die immediately, but he was out of commission.
Dario was in a full-on fistfight with brute number five. My friend was a big guy at 6’4” and 220 pounds, but the Camorra asshole was a monster with an 80-pound advantage.
Still, Dario gave better than he got, with several bruising jabs and a shot to the fucker’s chin.
I turned to help him –
“GET ARISTIDE!” Dario yelled at me.
The Camorra boss’s face went pale. He had watched four of his best soldiers get destroyed in a mere 15 seconds –
So when he heard Dario’s order, he ran for it.
Unfortunately for him, I was faster.
I tackled him to the concrete floor, then scrambled on top of him and put my knee in his back, pinning him to the ground.
“STOP!” he shrieked. “I’LL PAY YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT!”
I looked back at Dario just as he delivered the knockout punch. The last Camorra thug went over like a log and slammed into the concrete.
“THREE MILLION!” Aristide screamed. “THREE MILLION EUROS IF YOU KILL HIM AND LET ME GO!”
I looked at Aristide in surprise, then over at Dario.
He’d obviously heard Aristide’s offer.
“It’s a lot of money,” he said.
I made a face and shook my head like Naaaah. “Not enough.”
Dario smiled at me and started walking over.
“FOUR MILLION!” Aristide screamed. “FOUR MILLION EUROS!”
Dario stooped and picked up the toothbrush handle with the razor blade embedded in it.
“ALRIGHT, GOD DAMN IT – FIVE MILLION EUROS!” Aristide pleaded.
As Dario walked over, I asked, “What do you want to do with hi– ”
Without saying a word, Dario reached down with his left hand, lifted Aristide’s head, and slit his throat with the razor blade.
“Jesus CHRIST!” I yelled as I jumped up from Aristide’s back.
The grey-haired gangster lay on the ground, gurgling and clutching his throat, as a pool of blood spread across the concrete.
Dario looked at me, the murder weapon in his hand dripping blood. “If I let him go, he’d just come after us again.”
I stared at Dario in horror, then down at the dying man.
Dario gestured towards Aristide’s men. “The others can’t be allowed to live, either. You know that.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I shouted.
“They were going to kill us – ”
