PlowedthroughtheCamorrashooter –
And sent him flying over the Mercedes’s roof like a rag doll.
I saw the driver’s face as he shot past.
Giorgio!
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Giorgio
6.5 Miles From The Hospital
Iwas speeding through traffic as fast as I could while glancing at the Find My app on my phone.
Don Rosolini’s car seemed to have stopped at the next intersection.
I decided I’d better call him to let him know I was coming –
When I heard the crash.
A giantCRANG!somewhere up ahead –
Followed by several other metalliccrunches.
Fuck –
THAT’S not good.
The cars immediately ahead of me slowed down.
God DAMN IT!
That was when I heard the automatic gunfire.
Brattattattattattatattatat!
SHIT!
It was theCamorra –
I was sure of it.
And I knew exactly who they were shooting at.
I’m THIS CLOSE –
GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!
The cars immediately ahead of me had slowed to a standstill –
So I pulled up onto the concrete median.
There wasn’t much room. I ended up sideswiping a dozen cars and bashing off their side mirrors.
Fuck it.
The gunfire stopped.
