“One person won’t draw their attention. Two definitely will.”
“What the fuck can you do in three minutes?”
“Plenty,” I said as I started up the steps and forced my way through the vines.
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Adriano
We met six more of my foot soldiers coming down another side street.
As we raced downVia Por Santa Maria,I saw a Doc Martens store. It made me think of the boots I’d bought in the thrift shop with Bianca, back when we were looking for her father –
Before she was my wife.
Before I’d even admitted to myself that I loved her.
As I raced down the street, I prayed I’d get to see her again.
The pedestrians had run away, and the streets were empty.
…well…
They were empty except for the bodies.
I must’ve seen thirty corpses since I left the New Market.
It was a goddamn massacre…
And my stomach twisted even more as I realized where theCamorrawere heading:
ThePonte Vecchio.
One of the most heavily trafficked tourist attractions in all of Florence.
We saw two cops crouched behind a statue, firing at severalCamorrafurther down the street. On the ground was a dying policeman, bleeding out as a fourth cop tried to put pressure on the wound.
“DON’T SHOOT, DON’T SHOOT!” I yelled as we ran along the other side of the street.
The cops stared at us in shock.
“WHAT’RE YOUDOING?!”one of them screamed. “GET OUT OF HERE!”
Massimo and I ignored them and took cover behind a column. Our foot soldiers were twenty feet behind us.
“On three, you go right, I go left,” I told Massimo.
He nodded.
“One, two, three!”
We spun around, firing down the street in triple bursts –
And one of theCamorrawent down.
The other thugs fired randomly behind them as they sprinted for thePonte Vecchio.
“Stay here!” I shouted at the cops as we ran down the street.
