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“Motherfucker,” Lawrence yells, coming for me.

He’s a fool for doing that but it’s his funeral. His fucking funeral.

I load him up with a cascade of bullets that riddles his body with holes.

Motherfucking bastard.

Two Fontaine brothers down. One fucker to expose with the files which are on the ground across from me.

Dead men lie across the way to it and Claudius ends the last guy.

It’s just Vincent and Stephanou fighting and it looks like that fight is going to be over quickly. Blood pours from Stephanou’s chest.

Vincent gets another two bullets in Stephanou’s stomach.

When I see him go down, dropping to his knees, I know it’s over.

It’s fucking over.

Stephanou looks up to Vincent who grabs a tuft of his graying hair and yanks his head.

Like Diego, Stephanou does that stupid laugh.

“Fucking asshole there’s nothing to laugh at,” Vincent shouts in his face.

“There is. I’m laughing at you. You lost her and you lost yourself, the same way I lost myself when I lost my wife. You will never be the same again Vincent Giordano. Can’t bring her back.”

“Vengeance is mine. Your life is mine to take,” Vincent shout and Stephanou wobbles.

He laughs again though. “Shame I had to kill her, she was such a good dirty fuck—”

That’s all Vincent allows him to say.

He grabs the long reach knife Stephanou has in the sheath on his back and one swing of it severs his head from his miserable body.

Vincent holds the head up like a savage, and it’s most the horrific thing I’ve ever seen when Stephano’s eyes blink then go wide like he doesn’t realize yet that he’s dead.

Vincent throws his head into the water and looks to Mimi under the stairs.

I run to her and my damn heart freezes up in my chest when I see the fucking bomb has switched itself on and it says fifteen minutes.

“Fuck!!!” I roar.

Fifteen minutes!

I run over to Mark’s dead body and see the remote next to him. I grab it and see it’s fucked. The top is smashed and the wires are sticking out.

“Jesus Salvatore,” Vincent hisses. “Can you fix it?”

I look at it and I can’t figure out what the hell I can fix. I press the buttons and they feel loose. There’s no connection, it’s literally fucked.

I go back over to Mimi and she starts crying harder.

She’s crying and saying something I don’t want to hear.

“Go, leave me,” she splutters but I don’t look at her.

I look over the bomb vest and at the timer display.

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