Fuck YOU,I thought angrily as I slammed on the brakes –
Put the car into drive –
And pulled forward.
When my front tire lifted up, I let off the gas and put it into park.
Then I opened my door and stepped out with my gun drawn.
I scanned the intersection for any other shooters –
But didn’t see any.
TheCamorrabastard I’d run over was on the ground, my front tire pinned on his chest.
His eyes bugged out in agony, his mouth open in a silent scream.
I was feeling merciful –
So I shot him in the head.
BLAM!
Lars and Don Rosolini dashed across the intersection towards me.
I swung my gun around, scanning for threats. Nothing.
“God DAMN it’s good to see you!” Lars yelled as they reached my car.
“Sorry I couldn’t get here earlier,” I said as I opened the back door for them.
“You couldn’t havegottenhere at a better time,” Don Rosolini said gratefully.
He and Lars jumped in the back and slammed the door as I slipped behind the wheel.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To the hospital,” Don Rosolini said.
I stared at him in the rearview mirror. “I thought you justcamefrom the hospital – ”
“GO!” he roared.
I didn’t question.
I went.
I put the car in drive –
The wheel rolled off the corpse pinned beneath it –
And I sped past the crashed Cadillac.
Traffic on the right side of the road had stopped moving behind us, so there was wide-open space for at least a half mile.
I floored the accelerator. “Don Rosolini – ”
He clapped me on my shoulder from the backseat. “You saved my life today. Call me Dario.”
