The next week, Sicily was turned upside down.
The Vitale Family had gone berserk. Under Carlo's command, they launched an all-out assault on the Lucchese Family.
The warehouses at the port were burned to the ground. Over a dozen Lucchese strongholds were wiped out in a single night.
Everywhere Carlo went, blood flowed.
He stopped wearing a bulletproof vest, always leading the charge.
But luck was on his side. Countless bullets whizzed past his body but never hit their mark.
He suffered severe wounds, his shoulder and abdomen wrapped in bandages. But he just kept fighting.
I floated behind him, watching his madness. I felt no satisfaction, only sorrow.
'Carlo, who are you doing all this for now?'
I was already dead, having died in that dungeon.
You could paint all of Sicily red, a
