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I know where the exit leads, and I’m not worried about him getting away.
Pulling my cell from my back pocket, I send a quick text.
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ME:I’ve got my man. Meet me at the spot.
ALES:All others hold your positions on the roof.
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WHEN I ARRIVE AT THEend of the tunnel and climb up the ladder that leads to another building across the street, I’m down to a wife beater and my slacks.
Alberto is standing in a small semi-circle of my men headed up by Alessandro.
I empty my pockets and hand all its contents and my shirt to Alessandro. Massimo holds a box out to me and lifts the lid. I remove a ring one by one and place them on my fingers until all eight digits are covered.
I sniff and wipe my nose with my thumb pad.
“It wasn’t good enough. You grimy bastards tried my brother and came into his house. You fucked with a trusted member of my circle who was stupid enough to kill my wife trying to hide his connection with you. He ran. He was scared of me. I guess the message wasn’t clear enough at that point. Well, let me make it clear for you.”
My men hold him up as he takes the first blow to his face. He sneers at me and spits the blood out of his mouth.
I hit him two more times until my men let him go, and he crumpled to the floor, and I’m right on his ass like a lioness with prey. I’m beating the shit out of him until his face is nothing more than a bloody pulp.
When I stand, I spit on him and shout, “Antonio!”
Four men tied with ropes are shoved into the room with a gun trained on each. Niccolò, Antonio, and two of his men are behind them, and they force them to walk in our direction until we’re all standing in a small circle.
“Grab his ass back up!” I demand, and Massimo snatches him by the back of his collar until he’s standing.
“Fuck you!” Alberto croaks between his busted lips as he stares dead into my eyes.
I punch him in the gut forcing him to his knees, and step back just in time to avoid his vomit from covering my shoes.
“Damnit!” Nico groans as his Italian suede shoes get covered.
“We’ll buy you some more. Quit bitching,” Alessandro says.
“Your bloodline ends here today. The Colombos are a distant fucking memory.”
Niccolò, Tony, and his men move out of the path as I grab my gun from its holster and put a bullet between his son’s eyes.
The groan and the cry that Alberto releases aren’t satisfying enough.
I turn back to him. “Dio riposa la sua anima.”
I don’t waste another minute sending him to the place he was destined for anyway.
“Clean up,” I say dully to those around me.
I look at the mass carnage behind us and head out the door.
Once I’m back in the car and Ales, Nico, and Tony have gone their separate ways, I look at Massimo who sits across from me.
“Rest easy now, Marc,” Massimo says.
I don’t utter a word. The memories play out in my mind like a film reel. The devastation and the pain are just as real as if all this shit happened yesterday.
