Page 337 of Marcello

Their attention was on the commotion upstairs, so they didn’t even look in our direction.

“Now!” Adriano whispered.

All of us opened fire at the same time – Adriano, Dario, Valentino, Niccolo, Roberto, Vincenzo, and me.

BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM!

The fat guy and the other two went down in a hail of lead –

And the unseen woman screamed.

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Cesare

Third Floor of the Mansion

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!

Me and my crew were out in the hallway. One of my guys fired an Uzi through the hole in the wall, and when he ran out of bullets, somebody else took his place.

FUCKIN’ ROMEO –

I shoulda KNOWN that piece of shit was no good!

Why the FUCK was he shooting at us?!

Did he want the chick all for himself? It made no goddamn sense!

All I knew was that Romeo would eventually run out of bullets. And when he did, I was gonna drag him out of that tunnel myself and skullfuck him with a pistol.

Suddenly, World War III broke out downstairs.

BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM!

“What the fuck was THAT?!” I roared –

But even as I said it, I knew:

Dario Rosolini is here.

I could almost smell it in the air – that Cosa Nostra asshole’s lust for revenge.

Now it all made sense:

Romeo was a fuckin’ rat.

The firefight in the secret passageway –

It was all a goddamn diversion.

Despite how angry I was, I smiled.

Time to fuckin’ party.

“Cortalesso, Zumpatore, stay here and kill Romeo!” I snarled. “The rest of you, come with me!”

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