I couldn’t see much because of the tinted windows, but there were two men in the front seat of the Cadillac closest to us.
The driver looked like aCamorrathug – shaved head, short beard, football jersey.
I barely even registered the man in the passenger seat.
“It’s them!” I barked.
“Stay behind me,” Lars told me calmly, “but let them see you.”
He lowered his car window –
Then pointed his Glock out the window and fired repeatedly.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!
“GO!” Lars yelled.
As Renzo roared off down the street, I turned and watched out the rear window.
The Cadillac’s windshield was a spiderweb of cracks, but it must have been bulletproof, because I could see the driver jerking around in his seat and staring at us.
“Hopefullythatgot their attention,” Lars said as he rolled up the window.
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Movement in front of us caught my eye.
A black Mercedes pulled up about fifty feet away…
And then the driver’s side rear window rolled down.
“What the fuck?” Ciro muttered in the front seat.
My eyes widened in shock.
A bearded blond man – probably the Swedish Enforcer that Amato mentioned – was by the window –
But IswearI saw Dario Rosolini behind him.
I only had a second to register his face when the Swede raised a pistol and aimed it right at us.
“GET DOWN!” Romeo screamed.
Too late.
The gun barrel flared yellow.
Blam blam blam blam blam blam blam!
We would have all been dead if it weren’t for the bulletproof glass.
Ciro and Romeo flinched in the front seat from reflex alone –
But neither of them screamed in pain.
