3 - LUCA

I made my way out of the mansion, and began walking down the road, as I tried to process possible solutions of what I could do.

Ways to get Marcello on his own.

Ways to take out his organization.

I just wanted this fucking shit to be over and done with already.

I made my way into my car, and began to drive. As I drove down the road, I felt a loud bang on my car, and jolted upwards, wondering what the fuck was going on.

I bent down as I heard a bullet fly straight through the car, and my window smashed, all of the glass spraying everywhere.

"Motherfu-" I growled, as I realized that it was Marcello's men catching up with me.

Trying to take me out.

I grabbed control of the steering wheel, smashing my car against theirs, hard, causing them to lose balance, and lose track of the road.

No motherfucker tried to come against me and got away with it, or lived to tell the fucking story.

I allowed my car to screech to a halt, as I watched their car roll off of the road, bouncing upwards and downwards, and crash straight into a gate as it lost course. I took my gun out of my pocket, holstering it, ready to teach these motherfuckers who the boss was.

They crawled out of the car, all of their bones broken from the crash, spluttering out blood, as they sprawled across the grass. I loomed over them, aiming my gun straight at their face.

"Marcello sent you, didn't he?" I said, cocking my head to the side, my voice barely above a whisper.

"F – fuck you," one of the men spluttered. "I ain't no snitch."

I shot him straight through his leg, causing him to howl out in pain, as he rocked about his spot.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that," I snarled. "Now tell me what I want to hear… If you wanna walk out of here alive tonight. If you don't want me to blow your brains out all over the floor right now."

"Fuck!" the other man roared. "What the fuck do you want?!"

"I want Marcello's address. Locations of every spot in the house where there's a bodyguard, so that I can get in there smoothly without any disruptions. Spit it the fuck out," I snarled.

"You don't know who the fuck you're messing with," he snarled.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that, either. My hearing must be suffering these days."

I let out a low chuckle, scoffing, as I shot the man straight through his neck, causing his head to lull backwards, as he bled out to his death.

"Now, you…" I murmured, taking steps closer to him.

"No, don't shoot, fuck!" he screamed bloody murder. "He lives in the mansion opposite Via Sacra. There's two bodyguards guarding the gate, one at the entrance, and one at the living room. Now please let me go. Fuck…"

The corners of my lips curled upwards into a smirk.

"Not as useless as I thought, bastard," I sneered, and then cocked my gun.

"Fuck, but you said-"

I shot him three times clean through the chest, stopping his cries and whimpers.

Any bastard that worked for Marcello was an enemy…

Whether they gave me information or not.

I chuckled to myself, proud of my findings. I crouched down next to the motherfucker's dead body, and rummaged through his jacket, pulling out his phone.

I scrolled through his phone, trying to figure out if the bastard had the names of the rest of the people in the damn organization, so that I could take out every single bastard, every single liability.

But the only contacts he had were his mother's and father's numbers.

I sighed agitatedly, before rummaging through the other bastard's jacket, taking out his phone too.

It was slightly cracked from the fall…

But as I went through it, I realized that I'd hit the fucking jackpot.

It had all of the names, and all of the phone numbers of everybody in the damn Camorra.

I took out my phone, taking a picture of all of the shit…

And forwarded it in a text message to Fizz.

Him and the rest of the Sicilian Mafia could deal with all of these irrelevant motherfuckers…

And now that I had an address…

It was time for me to deal with the motherfucker Marcello.