“I…I…I’m not done, Sir…Please let me finish. Let me have it. For Lise Mister DeCaprio.”
Mario DeCaprio stared down at one of the purest warriors he had ever seen. He glanced at Billy Fury, who now was moaning, weeping on the floor.
Bending to a knee, Mario DeCaprio and the blond killer exchanged eyes.
Mandal, her eye swollen tight, blood dripping everywhere, glanced to her side. She reached over, took her 9 Millimeter, and in her palms offered it to Mario DeCaprio. He placed his manicured fingers around it, scrutinized it as Mandal, on her knees, whispered.
“You can take me now, Sir. You would be doing me a favor.”
For the longest time he stared at her, tilted his head, looked at the 9 Millimeter as the girl bowed her head as a Geisha, remained silent.
Putting the silence under her q
