“Stay here with them, Ciro,” I said.
He looked back at me in complete shock. “What?! What’dIdo, boss?!”
“Nothing. I need you in the car in case Rosolini makes a break for it.”
“But – ”
“Just fucking do what I say,” I snarled.
Ciro looked like a whipped dog and slumped down in his seat.
“Tell everybody we’re moving out,” I ordered him.
Ciro picked up a walkie-talkie from the center console and said gloomily, “Moving out.”
As we pulled out onto the main road, the seven Cadillacs behind us followed.
While Ciro drove, I took off my leather jacket and put on a bulletproof vest.
After all, it was probably going to be a bitch getting to Dario Rosolini.
I slipped my leather jacket back on and loaded all my pockets up with spare clips. Had to make sure I had plenty of bullets for my suppressed Beretta pistol.
I was using extended magazines with 30 rounds each.
I had a dozen, so at least 360 bullets.
Good to go.
112
Niccolo
The Mansion
“Dario won’t listen to reason,” I said as I hung up the phone.
“Why, because he won’t leave Alessandra?” Sofia raised one eyebrow. “Would youleavemein a similar situation?”
“If I thought it would keep you safe – yes. Yes, I would.”
“Bullshit.”
I grinned. “You’re not helping.”
“If you wanted him to leave, then you should have sold him harder on protecting Alessandra, not on protecting himself.”
“Nowyou tell me,” I joked.
Sofia looked thoughtful. “Do you think Lucrezia planned the shooting inPiazza della Repubblica?”
“No. It feels improvised – chaotic. Besides, how could she know Dario would take Alessandra to the hospital?Wedidn’t until it happened.”
“Maybe they have a mole,” she suggested.
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned, “don’t evenjokeabout that.”
“It’s too bad you don’t have a mole in theCamorra.”
