POP.
She toppled over backwards in a spray of red.
Then I pointed my gun at the nerd in glasses next to her.
He stared at her in horror. I think he was pissing his pants.
“YOU!” I roared at him. “WHERE’S DARIO ROSOLINI?!”
He pointed up at his computer on the desk. “I – I need to check – ”
“DO IT!”
He stood up and typed on his keyboard with shaking hands.
“WELL?!” I screamed.
“Th-there’s an Alessandra R-Rosolini on the third floor – ”
“That’s the one!” I turned to all the other workers cowering on the floor. “You see?! You do what I say, you get to live!”
Then I turned to my men. “Mignolino, stay down here! Anybody moves or pulls out a cell phone, fucking KILL them!”
Then I pointed at half my men. “You guys take the elevator! The rest of you, we’re going up the stairs!”
Mignolino stayed behind as the rest of us split up.
I entered the stairwell with half my men.
Time to go fuck up some Cosa Nostra assholes…
And get my revenge on Dario Rosolini.
121
Dario
Parking Deck of the Hospital
Renzo slid behind the wheel of the Mercedes as Lars and I got in the back.
Lars sat behind Renzo, while I sat on the right.
“Ihatethis,” I snarled.
“I know,” Lars said patiently, “but it’s the best thing for Alessandra and the baby.”
Renzo put the car into reverse and backed out of the parking spot.
“When we do this,” I said to Lars, “we do it LOUD, so there’s no fucking chance they don’t follow us.”
“You got it,” he agreed as he pulled his pistol out of his shoulder harness.
I checked my phone.
Niccolo had texted me:
Remember to turn on Find My for Giorgio.
