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I hang back and wait for my opening. The road ahead spreads out as two lanes on each side. No other cars are in the general vicinity. I floor it the second I have enough space. One hand clenched on my steering wheel, I use my other to aim my pistol at his tires. I’m not the best shot by any means, but I’m decent enough when my murderous rage takes over. Nothing can stop me right now. Not even death itself.
My bullets land, blowing out his back tires. His car jerks left then right and left again as he struggles to regain control. I speed forward and give him a push. The front of my car knocks into the back of his car before I hit my brakes just as quickly. The result is his car losing its battle to right itself. It flips upside down, airborne for a brief second, before it crashes onto the asphalt as a smoking, twisted hunk of banged-up steel.
I’ve already driven far out of the way. I park the Audi A8 on the side of the otherwise empty road and get out. I’m quick about it, my leather gloves on and my pistol in hand. Today it’s sunny but windy out, and though it’s midafternoon, we have the road to ourselves. My men have yet to catch up.
The breeze blows against me as I stride toward him. He’s lying beside the car. The front wheels still spin. Smoke emits from the hood and fills the air with an acrid burned smell. The car itself resembles an accordion of crushed metal.
When Luca attempts to drag his body away, I fire a warning shot inches in front of him.
“Don’t fucking move,” I command. I kick him hard in the side to roll him over and then crouch beside his bleeding, battered body. “You really thought I wouldn’t make good on my promise,ragazzino? You’re speaking to the man who had your uncle executed on a big city street with no arrest made. No repercussion at all. I am all-powerful, fucker. Yet you refuse to learn.”
He spits at me. I bitch-slap him. My palm collides with his face and creates another deep splotch of red on his cheek.
“You’re my little bitch,” I taunt him, grinning. “You’re going to die now.”
He coughs out more blood rather than choke on it, staring up at me without apology. He’s an ugly bastard, just like the other Lovatos. He’s got their oily skin and hair, though his chin is weaker than his other family members. Fitting for Little Lovato. I bet he barely reaches the height minimum for the rides at Disneyland.
“You shouldn’t have lived as long as you have, but don’t worry. You’ll be joining the rest of your piece-of-shit family.”
“Go ahead,” he says, his teeth and gums stained with blood. “You still haven’t won. You’ll never win.”
I grab his throat. “Is that your way of telling me you got some more fuckshit planned? You think you’re in a position to issue threats?”
“It’s my way of saying…you can rule the world, but it ain’t gonna ever be a win. Nobody really loves the devil.”
“So now I’m the devil. I’ll take that as a compliment.” I tighten my hold on his windpipe and pleasure expands inside me at how his face deepens into an even redder shade. “I’ll be the devil if it means sending you to hell. Goodbye,ragazzino.”
“You think I’m the only one? You kill me, another guy just like me is waiting. Another guy like me will do it again—come for you for the shit you’ve taken,” he chokes out. “You’re never gonna have a moment of peace. Go ahead, kill me. One of us is gonna succeed eventually. Just like my uncle did. He saw a chance to take from you…so he did.”
Something about his words and the knowing glint in his eyes triggers me. I clench my hands tighter around his throat and throttle the absolute shit out of him. Sweat collects on my brow and slides down the sides of my face.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I growl. “Did you just fucking brag about what your uncle did?”
“Where’s your wife?” Then he has the audacity to flash a bloody smile.
I roar like a fucking beast and forget about my plan to kill him slowly, watching the life drain from his eyes. No, I need something more violent and gruesome. I need to destroy his very existence. I holster my gun and withdraw the only other weapon I have with me beside my gun—a simple, quick flipper knife.
As Luca’s bloody smile lives on as he looks up at me, I stab him in the face. I do so once and then twice, three and four times. Five times as his skin breaks apart, deconstructs into nothing but open gashes and holes. The blood splatters everywhere with every violent stab I make, producing a crass squelch noise the more mushed up he becomes.
I don’t stop. I lose count how many times I stab him. At some point he dies. But I still don’t stop, consumed by so much rage and hate, it’s all I become. All that I am.
“Boss! BOSS!” Marino shouts. He runs up from behind as I raise the knife and drive it into Lovato yet again. This time his throat—or what remains. I’ve moved on from his face and stabbed him many other times in his neck and chest and stomach. “Boss, he’s dead!”
His words snap me out of my murderous trance. The knife drops from my bloody grasp and I leap to my feet with my mind immediately set on my next task.
“Dispose of this,” I bark out. “Ensure you call the local police captain and explain. He and the mayor work for me. Contact Dante and confirm my wife’s whereabouts. Then reach out to Dominico about the mission in Sicily. I want updates. Lovato had something else up his sleeve. There are others plotting.”
“Boss—”
“NOW!”
“You need a moment, Boss,” he says from behind. I’m striding toward the Audi. “You…you need to cool it. You’reshaking.”
It’s the wrong fucking thing to say right now. I spin around, my face still clenched with murderous rage.
“Don’t fucking tell me what I need to do! If you dirtbags had done your fucking job in the first place, Luca Lovato and his little gang would’ve never escaped us to begin with! What part of ‘I want ALL of them gone’ did you not understand? YOU FAILED! You’re lucky I haven’t taken this knife and fucked you all up myself. Get out of my face!”
I can tell by Marino’s stunned face and judging eyes he thinks I’ve gone batshit crazy.
