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I eye Don Carlo writhing on the floor. It brings a smile to my face that Deangelo abandoned him. We both know dying meat when we see it. And I know when a predator turns into a prey.
Getting onto my feet, I remain crouched, seeing a glimpse of Deangelo running toward the DJ booth. Big mistake – that gives me time to round the next table with a clear and open view of the two men riling on the floor.
Bang!
I shoot the goon in the head, not only to put him out of his misery, but so he can’t get one last shot out on me.
Then there’s the don… cursing to himself as he struggles to sit up and assess the damage to his ankle.
It’s better you don’t look, Mr. Carlo. I cackle to myself, feeling alive and powerful that there are less people that can go after Alessia now. But there’s still one. Arguably the deadliest of them all.
“From one hitman to another!” I shout. “You’re cornered! Come out and I’ll offer you the same courtesy you offered me. I’ll make it quick.”
No response.
I’ll take that as a ‘no.’
I stalk my way to the Don, kicking his pistol out of hand and hauling him as my last meat shield. I’m a sure shot, I know where my prey is, and I’m about to test the loyalties that I don’t possess.
“Argh. Hog, kill this piece of shit,” Carlo gurgles as I twist the back of his collar, choking him.
I inch closer to the DJ booth.
“Here he is.” I present the Don. “Will you attempt a shot on me?” I play with my food, holding the gun straight, knowing I’m faster than him, knowing I’m smarter than him. “Will you tempt the fate of an entire family?”
“You’re a sick fuck, Hook.” Deangelo hastily reloads a new magazine.
As he’s doing so, I shove the gun in my pants and toss the heavy Don over the booth. Re-drawing my weapon, when I hear Deangelo attempting to dive out the other side, I start unloading – even before I see him.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Deangelo’s head goes limp as his face, his neck, and his chest, are all poked full of holes. One gunshot goes off in my direction, but it’s off-aim.
I’m smiling in triumph as I walk around to the whimpering Don. “You’ve been quite the prop tonight,” I laugh through my words. “Now there’s nothing left standing in the way of my freedom. Nothing but your head on a plate.”
“Godless prick.” The Don grunts as he tries to reach for the gun strapped to his good ankle.
“Floundering fish,” I hit back. “I’m excited for my new life. I thought it was over for me.”
His teeth clatter when I step up to him. I’ll give it to him, he’s not a coward. No begging or moaning, just angry curses. Who would’ve thought?
“It’s because of the Russians, isn’t it? Fucking Valentino. Young hothead doesn’t understand business.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But I’ll tell you one thing… He seems like he’s a man who’s going to get what he wants,” I say, leveling my gun to the don’s head. “And me? I just want out.”
Bang!
I end the don’s misery.
Reality crashes like a ton of bricks when my ears ring for the last time. Are the cops on their way? Did Sal or maybe even Carlo, clear the room so nobody would see what was about to go down? Where the fuck is Alessia?
I rush out of the reception hall with gun still drawn, and am happy to see Sal alive and well with a few Valentinos surrounding him.
“Dumb prick was a good man.” Sal slaps the dead man’s face lovingly. “Couldn’t add two hotdogs together, but he was still my friend.”
