Page 166 of Marcello

While the Cosa Nostra guard was staring at Carmela’s ass, Toro shot him in the back of the head.

Toro’s pistol had a silencer on it – all our guns did – so the noise didn’t draw attention.

A couple of our guys dragged the corpse into the lobby, and the rest of us went upstairs to the mistress’s apartment.

Cesare used Carmela as a human shield to get close to the second Cosa Nostra bodyguard, then shot and killed him.

Carmela was traumatized. Toro had to talk her down from a panic attack, but at least she wasn’t physically hurt.

The dead Cosa Nostra had keys to the apartment in his pocket, and we waltzed right in.

We found Luciano in the bedroom fucking his mistress.

Cesare shot her in the head – which I fucking hated, but had expected.

As long as I made sure Luciano’s kids got out alive, I could accept the rest.

Seeing his mistress get gunned down in front of him wasn’t enough to make Luciano talk, though.

That’s when I showed him my tablet computer.

On the other end, Cicciobello was filming Luciano’s wife and kids.

I thought Luciano would buckle immediately –

But he hesitated.

That’s when Cesare ordered Cicciobello to shoot one of the children.

I stared at him.

Wait –

He’s fucking serious!

Before anything could happen, though, Luciano spilled his guts.

He gave us everything. The layout of his father’s mansion, where the alarm and power switches were located, how many bodyguards were on duty, and where they all were.

Then we took him outside.

Tiratore hid in the trunk of Luciano’s BMW, while Cesare, Ciro, and I sat in the backseat.

With a gun to his head the entire time, Luciano drove us to Don Amato’s compound.

He got us past the gate with a clever lie about having COVID, then parked in the mansion’s massive ten-car garage.

Cesare shot the guard on duty –

Luciano turned off the alarm system –

And then we shut off the power to the main house.

The lights outside stayed on, but the mansion was plunged into darkness.

However, we’d brought night vision goggles. We could see in pitch black.

The Cosa Nostra foot soldiers were sitting ducks.