Others charge forward, desperate to close the distance.
My crew cuts them down one by one.
Luca takes out three men in rapid succession and the enforcers finish off the rest.
The firefight lasts maybe twelve minutes and when it's over, the road is littered with bodies and burning wreckage.
The smells of gasoline and smoke fill the air while distant sirens wail, warning me that we can't sit around and investigate what's going on.
Antonelli isn’t here, and he's my target.
But I'm not taking any prisoners either.
I move through the carnage, checking for survivors.
Most are dead.
A few are still breathing but won't last long.
I find one man pinned beneath the wreckage of the third SUV, his legs crushed.
Blood pools beneath him in a dark kidney-shaped puddle.
I crouch beside him.
"Where's your boss?"
He coughs, blood bubbling at his lips.
"Go fuck yourself."
I press my pistol against his forehead.
"I don't have time for this. Tell me what I need to know or I'll put a bullet in your skull right now."
His eyes widen but he spits in my face.
"I'm telling you nothing." The man laughs, a wet, choking sound, and then coughs so hard, blood oozes from his lips.
I pull the trigger without hesitation.
The gunshot echoes across the empty road, and the man goes still as blood splatters the ground behind him.
Luca appears at my side, breathing hard.
"We need to move. The sirens…"
His eyes flick up at the horizon and I know he's right.
The cops will be here any minute, and for all we know, this was just a distraction.
Gerard could be on his way to my villa by now.
"Get everyone back to the vehicles," I order. "Now."
We run for the SUVs and load my injured man into the back seat.
Kemal's men take the second vehicle as I slide behind the wheel of the lead SUV and start the engine.
