I looked at Vincenzo and Amadeo, who stared back at me in shock.
The sirens were getting closer. We only had a few minutes, if that.
“I’ll back up the car,” I said, as I pulled out my keys. “Get him ready.”
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The next few minutes were a fucking pain in the ass.
It took everything Vincenzo, Amadeo, and I had to shove the gorilla into the backseat of my Mercedes.
He stayed unconscious, which was good, but dead weight is tough to move, and the guy was absolutely massive.
Once we got him inside, I sat in the back next to him with my gun jammed in his ribs in case he woke up.
Vincenzo drove, Amadeo took shotgun, and we managed to get out of there seconds before the first fire engine showed up.
Thank god the thug didn’t wake up before we got to the warehouse.Thatwould’ve been a nightmare.
Vincenzo drove to Scandicci, the neighborhood on the outskirts of Florence where our warehouse was located. It was a mix of post-WWII apartments and industrial businesses, and a lot grungier than the rest of the city.
The night the Agrellas had ambushed Adriano, Lars, and Massimo at the hotel, everybody had regrouped at the warehouse. Its normal, everyday purpose was a lot more mundane: a storage space for smuggled contraband. No drugs or guns, though – mostly just brand-name clothes and electronicsthat had ‘mysteriously gone missing’ from shipping ports the Rosolini family controlled.
Vincenzo drove the speed limit, trying not to attract attention. Luckily, the dark-tinted windows made sure nobody outside could see theCamorrathug bleeding all over the place.
The entire way, I worried about Emilia. She hadjustbegun to get comfortable with my job – or at least she didn’t make comments about it anymore. I think the things my father said made her feel sorry for me, and she hadn’t brought my job up since.
But todayhad obviously freaked her out.
I didn’t blame her; it would’ve freakedanybodyout.
I didn’t know how bad things were yet…
But I was definitely afraid she might break up with me.
I finally pushed it out of my mind. There was nothing I could do about it now. Plus, worrying wouldn’t help me one bit if the gorilla came to, so I kept a close eye on him.
I was secretly hoping the fucker woke up again…
So I could take out my rage on him and break his fucking face.
When we reached the warehouse, the security cameras saw us, and one of the sliding metal doors rolled up automatically.
Vincenzo pulled into the loading bay next to the car Adriano had driven, which was already parked inside. Several other Mercedes were a few spaces over.
A dozen foot soldiers were waiting for us. Most of them had their guns out.
Vincenzo, Amadeo, and I got out of the car.
Cristoforo, the foot soldier in charge of the warehouse, asked, “He inside?”
“Yup,” I answered.
“He still passed out?”
“He was five seconds ago.”
As several foot soldiers aimed their guns, Cristoforo opened the rear passenger-side door.
