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“But we beat them! Hell, a couple of them are already dead – ”
“But the ones that aren’t will go back to the Camorra and tell them what I did to Aristide, and they’ll come after us twice as hard.”
“US?!” I raged.
“I’m sorry, Lars – I truly am – but you’re in this all the way now. The Camorra will never let you live once they know you were involved. Which is why we can’t let the others go.”
I shook my head in panic. “No – no – ”
“Look, I know I haven’t told you everything about me and my family – ”
“No fucking shit!”
“ – but I will. Just not here. Not now. Later.” Dario pointed down the hallway. “Walk away. I’ll finish it.”
“Why can’t we just turn them over to the prison guards?!”
“Number one, because I just killed a man in cold blood. Number two, because the Camorra will pay anything to get revenge. No guard will pass up that amount of money.”
“But – ”
“Do you really think anyone in charge cares about this?” Dario asked, gesturing towards the bodies on the floor. “We just took out the trash for them. Made their lives that much easier.”
I looked at the three men who were either unconscious or barely hanging onto life. “You think you can execute them, and the authorities will just let you get away with it?!”
“Yes,” Dario said simply.
“No! They’ll investigate and find out who did it – ”
“No, they won’t. And I’ll tell you why: listen.”
When Dario stopped talking, I focused on the shouting far away in the cellblock. There was even a muffled gunshot.
“An ocean of blood is about to swallow them up,” Dario said as he gestured at Aristide and his men. “No one will ask questions because no one will care. They’re just six more bodies amongst dozens.”
I looked at him in horror.
“It’s the only way, my friend,” Dario said. “Just go back to the cell. I’ll handle it… and I’ll explain everything later.”
“You know if I fought you, I could stop you,” I said.
“I know. But you’d be fighting to save a couple of assholes. They’ll thank you by ratting you out to men who will kill you. Trust me, Lars: just walk away.”
I stood there, my conscience tormenting me –
But I knew he was right.
I hated it… but I knew he was right.
If we spared them, the men would just go tell their Camorra bosses, and soon we’d have an entire fucking army coming after us.
San Vittore wasn’t like the outside world. It wasn’t even like Afghanistan. At least there, the enemy didn’t live five feet away from you in peace and quiet… that is, until he saw a chance to murder you.
In Afghanistan, the Taliban were upfront about their intentions from the very start.
San Vittore was a madhouse… and the only way to save yourself was to do the unthinkable.
What was I going to do – murder my friend to stop him? All to save a couple of worthless pieces of shit who had just tried to murder me and would tell their friends to try again tomorrow?
