I watched helplessly as he collapsed amongst the other dead bodies…
But there was nothing I could do but keep going.
As we advanced, we came across half-deadCamorralying in the street.
They wore tracksuits – jeans and t-shirts – leather jackets –
And all of them looked like hoodlums. Shitty tattoos all over their skin, sometimes even their faces.
A couple tried to pull their sidearms.
Massimo and I just shot them in the head and kept going.
TheCamorrafinally reached the opposite side of the bridge. They fired wildly behind them, but it was obvious they were making a run for it.
Massimo and I picked off another couple of thugs –
But they were too far away to do much more than that.
Me, Massimo, and our remaining foot soldiers sprinted as fast as we could down the bridge, past dead bodies ofCamorraand citizens alike –
But I heard the squeal of tires as we made it to the other side of the Arno.
As we ran out onto theVia de’ Bardi,I watched in frustration as eight Cadillacs roared away down the wide street.
“What the FUCK?!” I screamed.
None of it made any sense.
All they’d seemed to be doing was randomly killing people on their way to their getaway cars.
As they’d crossed the bridge, they’d been surrounded by millions of dollars of gold –
And yet I hadn’t seen them loot a single fucking necklace.
All this death –
All this destruction –
What was the fucking point?
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Cesare
Outside The Hospital
Ciro pulled the SUV into the fire lane in front of the hospital. The other seven Cadillacs parked behind us.
“You want the other drivers to stay out here, too, boss?” Ciro asked. “Just in case we need to make a fast getaway?”
I could hear it in his voice:
He was hoping I’d either change my mind and say,Fuck it, come with us…
Or piss off a bunch of my other guys, too. Misery loves company.
I knew what Lucrezia would say:
