Have getaway drivers ready just in case.
Fuck Lucrezia.
The cops had left the hospital and weren’t coming back. Not with what Cicciobello was doing down at thePonte Vecchio.
Which meant that anybody left in the building was either going to be a security guard orCosa Nostra.
I wasn’t worried about the security guards. Bunch of fat-ass mall cops –
But I’d seen at least a dozenCosa Nostraaround the chick in the wheelchair.
Not only that, but all the Mercedes had pulled around back.
Minus the blue Bugatti that drove off earlier, that was five cars – so five drivers.
If they were inside now, that meant 17 guys, minimum.
If we didn’t killallof them, then they’d killus –
And there wouldn’tbeany need for getaway cars.
I wanted my revenge…
But before I got it, all 17 of thoseCosa Nostraassholes had to die.
Depending on how good they were, I might need all the backup I could get.
“No,” I told Ciro. “Tell everybody else to come with me.”
He stared at me.“Allthe drivers?”
“I need them all.” When Ciro didn’t immediately pick up the walkie-talkie, I barked, “TELL them!”
He picked up the radio and said sullenly, “Everybody, including drivers, go with the boss. Direct orders.”
I expected Lucrezia to start yelling at me about how stupid I was –
But oddly enough, she just stared at me emotionlessly.
Instead, it was Romeo who started being a little bitch.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked from the front passenger seat.
“Shut thefuck up,”I snapped.
He closed his mouth and settled back in his seat.
I turned to Lucrezia and smirked. “The next time I see you, I’ll have Dario Rosolini’s head on a platter.”
“Good for you,” she said coldly.
I just laughed as I got out and slammed the door.
I wasn’t about to let the bitch ruin my fun.
Not now.
Not when it was about to getgood.
