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Blood meant he wasn’t wearing a bulletproof jacket.
Good. He was a dead man.
As though to confirm it, he slumped to the side and tumbled out of the chair to the stone floor. The light in his eyes was already gone as blood pooled beneath him on the floor.
Almost no noise had followed the gunshots… just the sound of him falling out of his chair.
Then, suddenly, there was a scream – high-pitched and feminine.
I looked over and saw a young woman, maybe 20 years old, at the far end of the room. She was wearing a simple white dress. She was very pretty – long brown hair, big eyes –
And she was staring right at me.
FUCK!
Someone else would have pointed the gun at her. There were three bullets left; easy enough to finish the job.
But everything inside me recoiled at the thought.
I DON’T HURT WOMEN OR CHILDREN.
So I stuffed the gun in my pocket and walked out the door.
Once outside in the cold night air, I bolted for the Mercedes. I threw my hat in the passenger seat as I got behind the wheel, cranked the engine, and threw the car into reverse. There were no other vehicles for miles around, so I roared backwards into the road, slammed the engine into drive, and sped off towards the mansion.
It took me about 60 seconds to calm down. Once my heart stopped racing, I pulled out my phone and called Niccolo’s cell.
Even though Dario was out of prison, the protocol was to always contact Niccolo. In case the police became involved, the consigliere was the last line of defense. A good consigliere would keep his don from being prosecuted; he would lie and say he had acted independently without his boss’s knowledge.
Niccolo answered on speakerphone. “Is it done?”
“Yes,” I answered.
There were shouts of celebration in the room.
“But,” I said.
“…I don’t like the sound of that,” Niccolo said darkly.
“But what?” Dario asked. “Are you hurt?”
“No.” I took a breath and exhaled. “There was a waitress, maybe 20 years old.”
Somebody cursed in the background. My money was on Adriano.
“Did she see you?” Dario asked calmly.
“Yes.”
“Did she get a good look?”
“I was wearing the hat, but… yeah. She looked right in my eyes.”
There was even more cursing in the background.
“Just get back here safely,” Dario said.
Then he hung up.
