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We leave the room, one after the other. I lead the way downstairs with Daniella next to me. In now time, we’re in the alleyway, waiting to strike.
Doubts cross my mind as I fumble around for the secret door. After a few seconds, I find the latch and open the door. The smell of trapped, stale air fills my nose. I get in, and Daniella follows me.
Liam flicks on a light, and we progress slowly through the cramped space. I pull out my pistol to have it at the ready and keep going. The urge to rush up the stairs hits me, but I stay calm. The tight quarters impede our movements, and going up the multiple flights is tiresome, but neither of these things are enough to pull out of our fiery quest for vengeance.
Soon we get to the other hidden door that leads into Giorgio’s penthouse. I get my hand on the handle and push it open a crack. Two girls are lying naked on the bed with wine glasses in their hands and red petals scattered over their bodies and the sheets. One of the girls gasps, ready to scream, but I shut her up by pointing the gun at her.
“Where’s Giorgio?”
“Who?” the girl asks, struggling to cover her nudity with the bedclothes.
“The Don!” I sharply whisper.
“He went to the living room.”
Daniella and the others have joined in the room.
“Should we wait till he comes back?” Liam asks.
“What if he doesn’t come back until the other men return? We have to go after him,” Daniella says coldly.
One of the girls whimpers, but she goes silent when I bark, “One more sound and I’ll blow your head off.”
She covers her mouth with shaking hands. Her entire body is in a visible tremor. If I wasn’t so concerned about catching Giorgio, I would have laughed. Rose petals on the bed? What a strangely romantic flourish for a man like him.
“Let’s go after him,” Liam mutters. I look away from the girl, glancing at the two doors leading away from the room.
“Where did he go?” I ask one of the terrified girls.
She points to the left door, so that’s where I head to. Daniella follows closely behind. Liam instructs two men to stay back and watch the other door, ensuring the girls don’t make a distress call. While he’s giving the orders, I open the left door and sneak forward. There’s no one in the living room, but there’s a cigarette stub with a smoking butt in the ashtray. The TV is on, too, with Giorgio’s favorite crime TV series is on playing. He can’t be far from here, I think. He was here not long ago.
My finger curls around the trigger as I look around. Where the hell is Giorgio?
Two shots sound in the room we just left. I turn around, seeing Daniella already facing the direction with the pistol pointed straight ahead. Feminine screams, coupled with more ringing shots, rend the air. I step back into the room to see Giorgio and an ally escaping into the dark passageway.
I fire a shot, but it goes wide. A part of me is relieved we left some of our guys outside. Giorgio can’t get away!
Liam rushes over to see how the two injured guys are doing, and I go with Daniella into the dark stairway. It’s too dark to see ahead, but I shoot all the same. The bullet smashes the wall and ricochets, echoing loudly. No cry of pain, though. Certainly, the bullet has failed to hit home. We continue to rush down the stairs, careful to keep our footing in the darkness.
Close to the exit into the alleyway, the shooting has begun again. Our men outside are facing off with Giorgio, and I’m confident he won’t get away alive.
“He’s mine,” Daniella whispers, rushing past me to open the trapdoor and step out into the evening air.
Giorgio and his man are taking cover behind a car, firing again and again as they can. Daniella and I join the men to shoot at Giorgio. Shots hit the car until Giorgio is somehow unable to fire back. I step toward the car slowly. If we can keep him from shooting until I get there, I’ll get a good shot at him and take it. Then maybe all of this will finally be over.
The sirens begin to wail from the street nearby. Suddenly, I’m torn between finishing what I’ve started and getting caught by the cops. The second option isn’t a good one. I have to be both aliveandfree to end Giorgio’s reign of terror.
I turn to survey the scene. Daniella still has her pistol locked on the car where Giorgio is hiding, perhaps hoping to get a clean shot at him when he steps out.
“The cops can’t find us here,” I whisper to her.
“We won’t get another chance,” she argues.
“We will, trust me. The only way we might not get another chance is if we get caught now.”
Daniella closes her eyes and sighs. Then she gives in, relaxing her finger off the trigger and holstering the pistol before she joins me to retreat back to our car. Liam and the injured boys join us not long after.
Cop cars rush past us, lights flashing. From our vantage point, it looks like Giorgio and his men get surrounded by the cops. And in a matter of minutes, their guns were taken, and they were cuffed before getting thrown into the car.
