“That’s all of them,” Alessandro declares as if he’s discussing the weather. “Let’s go to the car.”
Suddenly, Vincenzo’s arm wraps around my waist, and he tugs me toward him. I gasp as my hand slips from Alessandro’s belt. He spins around as Vincenzo lifts his gun and sends five bullets into the big man’s chest. I scream as Alessandro drops to the floor.
“Move.” Vincenzo painfully grips my upper arm and drags me backward to an emergency exit, my eyes glued to Alessandro’s unmoving form.
* * *
“You piece of s**t!” I yell as Vincenzo keeps on dragging me. We’re in the underground parking lot and heading for a black van parked at the far side of the dimly lit garage.
“Shut the f**k up, or I’m going to silence you with my fist.” He squeezes my arm harder and jerks me along.
The van’s sid
