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Tommaso was on the ground, his eyes closed, his lips purplish, maybe, but not blue. Unconscious then, not dead.
Diego hadn’t even spared his accomplice a glance.
“Your feistiness is refreshing,signorina,” Diego said with a smile that was pure evil. “I’ll tell you what. If you can make it to that door...” he said, pointing to the door through which I’d been brought in, “...you andSignorCosta will be free to go. Do we have a deal?”
I glanced over at the door, then back at him, then the door.
It couldn’t have been more than thirty feet to the door.
I returned my gaze back at Diego.
Only thirty feet, but with the gun in his hand, I wouldn’t make it three.
He chuckled, following my gaze to his hand.
“Fair enough.”
He bent to place his gun on the concrete floor then kicked it away.
“Don’t,” Gabe warned.
He was right. Of course, he was right.
There was no way I was making it to the door in one piece, and even if by some miracle I managed it, I didn’t believe for a second he’d let Gabe go.
So I ran three steps in the opposite direction amid the deafening crack of gunshots that seemed to come from all around me.
And I dove for Diego’s gun.
Chapter Forty-Four
Nico
It was like fireworks. I couldn’t see them, but I could hear them, cracking through the silent night from the warehouse.
Gunshots.
My heart beat double time as I fought the urge to plow straight ahead, but I couldn’t fight the images that came.
The blood and the screams, Raven and Gabe dead or dying on a cold, concrete floor.
But it was too many gunshots for an execution. An internal squabble? I could do nothing but hope neither Raven nor Gabe had been caught in the crossfire.
Weak, helpless, useless.
The words echoed around in my head, trying to chip away at the steel bars. The bars that separated the monster from the man.
“We move now,” I barked at the men still assembled around me. “O vinciamo o moriamo.”
Either we win, or we die. The Costa battle cry.
“O vinciamo o moriamo,” Salvatore repeated back with a nod, then he veered off to the left with Dante while Vito, Greta, and a man named Marco veered right.
Costas and Lucas working together. Who would ever have thought it? But then again, according to my mother, our grandfathers had. The Lucianos were an unexpected addition, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
To save Gabe’s life, I didn’t think my grandfather would have disapproved.
The rest of our men were already back in their vehicles, driving around to approach the warehouse from the opposite direction.
