The doordinged.
As soon as it opened, I pushed Carmela out into the hallway.
Everybody else stayed in the elevator like we’d planned.
Carmela stumbled along in front of me as I pushed her forward. My left hand was on her left shoulder, but her body hid my right hand, which held a silenced Beretta at her back.
Not to shoother –
But so I could poke the gun out between her body and arm.
That way, I could shoot the bodyguard and use her as a human shield at the same time.
Toro would be upset if she got iced…
But he could always get another girlfriend.
The mistress’s apartment was at the end of the hall.
The second bodyguard was out front – a middle-aged shithead in a black suit.
I swear, theCosa Nostrawere such prissy little bitches about their fancy clothes. Even the low-level dipshits wore them. They all thought they looked so cool when theyreallylooked like fuckin’finocchios.
The bodyguard saw us coming – but we were walking slow and steady at a normal pace, so he wasn’t alarmed.
Mostly he just stared at Carmela’s tits.
That is, until we got closer.
Then he realized something was off.
Maybe he saw how terrified she looked.
Or maybe he saw the smudges of blood on her bare arms.
Who the fuck knows.
But his eyes went wide, and he reached for his gun.
I shoved the silencer on my Beretta between Carmela’s arm and her tit and opened fire.
Pop pop pop pop!
The bodyguard slammed backwards, a shocked look on his face.
Never even got his gun out. He just slid down to the ground and collapsed on his ass, leaving red streaks on the wall behind him.
“Done,” I called out.
Toro, Romeo, and Ciro came running out of the elevator.
At the same time, my other guys came pouring out of the stairwell.
Now there were twelve of us.
Plus Carmela, who was pretty much fuckin’ useless at this point.
I didn’t want to kick in the door. No need to warn Luciano and give him time to grab a gun –
