“Jealous?” I question.
“I’m a powerful mafia boss with reach. I arranged this game just for some fun with my wife. My friend Rocco Andrisani is the mafia boss in Philly. He was key in pulling this off today. It seemed fitting that you’d die on a field in the city you came to play football in.”
He shakes his head. “Listen, get your revenge out of your systems. And let me get back to my life. If you think people won’t start looking for me soon, you’re mistaken. I’m a very successful baller with hella endorsements. My team will send investigators looking for me.”
“What happened to your connection to the Bratva?” I ask.
He closes his eyes briefly. “They gave me some bullshit story. Said their detail ended.”
“Yeah, we had their boss in our torture chamber.” Serenity giggles. “Aleksandr Novikoff.”
Chris’ eyes become big as saucers.
“He was one of my enemies. He’s dead now,” she adds gleefully.
“Alek’s soldiers are dead. The Cichellos and the New Jersey five families are more profitable than ever before. Feels good being billionaires.” I flash a cocky grin.
“My wife and I have dinner plans. So let’s get this show on the road. Ready, Mrs. Pitucco?”
“I am.” She breaks out in a cute cheer.
Of course, me and our soldiers clap for her performance.
“Abe, release the asshole,” I order.
I see the wheels turning in Chris’s head.
“My cousin Catch is sitting in the control booth, up there,” I point behind us.
“He’s a sniper. Each time you try to make your way off this field, he’ll strike one of your limbs with his sniper rifle.”
Serenity pulls the sling of the paintball gun over her body gripping the dart gun in her hand. She backs up as Abe cuts Chris free.
Chris rises to his feet.
Serenity grips the paintball gun with her free hand and squeezes the trigger. A blob of purple paint shoots out, landing on his white t-shirt.
He shakes it off and breaks into a sprint.
I peer through the dart gun scope and aim. The dart penetrates his bicep.
“Fuck,” he yells, yanking it out and tossing it to the turf.
Serenity fires a dart his way. It hit his thigh.
I aim my paint gun at Serenity, lighting her up with green splatters.
She burst into laughter while aiming her paint gun at me. The vibrant purple explodes on my chest.
My wife and I run around the field, confusing Chris. He’s jogging now. He doesn’t know if he should keep running or stand on the sidelines while my wife and I have a paintball fight. He picks up his pace. Serenity stares through her scope, shooting Chris multiple times.
He howls in agony.
“That’s for trying to rape me and putting your hands on me. You don’t manhandle women, asshole,” she roars.
While Chris removes the three darts, Serenity fires off another one. This one slams into his dick.
“Shit,” I groan.
