ALESSANDRO
I’ve watched hundreds of men die. Some I have killed, others were killed by my enemies.
Some I remembered, others I didn’t. Some deserved it, others maybe not. But this one did, many times over.
Calvino’s body laid at my feet, full of lead. Full of bullets. Some from my gun. Some from Massimo’s. And some from Nico’s.
“You good?” Nico’s Russian accent was thick. Needless to say, this man wasn’t his favorite. He tried to get his dirty paws on another man's wife.
Enzo and Luca still fought Calvino’s guards and as the shots of bullets flew through the air, the fear dug its claws into my heart. For the first time, I tasted fear of death.
Fear for her.
My wife.
Lorena Moravia.
It was an unfamiliar feeling but the pain was razor blade sharp.
If Lorena died, the death would claim me too. Because she had taken a big piece of me.
I raised my gaze off the dead body of the last Calvino male and watched Enzo aim a gun execution style at the last standing guard.