Page 221 of Marcello

I was terrified.

THIS is why Papa wouldn’t let me go out!

If Romeo won’t protect me, God only knows how far they’ll go!

And then Romeo stopped in his tracks.

I looked up at him in surprise.

“Stay here,” he told me.

The thugs started laughing.

“Ohhhhh, NOW he’s a big man!” Pimply yelled.

“What you gonna do, bitch?” Greasy asked. “And I ain’t talkin’ to your whore anymore, BITCH!”

Suddenly, my disappointment in Romeo turned to fear for his life.

“No, don’t!” I pleaded. “It’s not worth it!”

“Yes it is,” he said, then turned and started walking towards the two dipshits.

They laughed harder.

“What the fuck you think you gonna do, asshole?” Pimply asked –

Right before Romeo stomped the guy’s knee as hard as he could.

There was a sickening CRACK! –

Right before Pimply collapsed to the ground screaming.

Greasy’s eyes bugged out.

He reached into his waistband –

Just as Romeo slammed his fist into the guy’s nose.

Greasy stumbled backwards as blood poured down his face –

But he had a pistol now.

“NO!” I screamed.

Romeo grabbed the thug’s gun hand –

And pulled down hard as his knee shot up in the air.

CRACK!

Romeo’s knee slammed into Greasy’s elbow.

The thug screamed as his elbow bent in the wrong direction.

Romeo ripped the gun out of Greasy’s hand –

And then began to savagely beat him in the head with it.