Chapter Twenty-Four
SANTE
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Carmine pressed the g*n in front of my face, as blood seeped out the corner of my mouth, and sweat dripped down my face as my chest heaved up and down. He’d dragged me into the loading dock of ACE Trucking and demanded I sign everything over to him. Something in him gave him the idea that he could get away with trying to kill an underboss of another family. I spat on the ground, leaned my head up, and stared around the room with one swollen eye. Carmine seethed with fury, and I grinned. He took the back of the handle on the g*n and hit me on the head, and I dropped down on the ground. His men stood around the room holding AK 47s. I observed his movements as he rambled off to himself.
“How much longer will you last?” Carmine spun around to me.
“Either y
