Page 248 of Marcello

“…okay, boss.”

“Do it NOW. I wanna hear it.”

“You got it, boss.”

I stood there in horror as Luciano’s wife and children began screaming.

I couldn’t look at the screen, but there was no way to escape the sound.

Suddenly, three gunshots fired at the same time –

BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!

And the screaming stopped.

“Okay… it’s done,” Ciccio said in a flat voice.

“Good,” Cesare said. “Stash the bodies and get over here.”

“Okay, boss.”

The call ended.

Cesare looked at me contemptuously. “Happy?”

I stood there, frozen, with only one thought in my mind:

He’ll do that to Giulietta if he gets the chance.

While I was still lost in my own private world of horror, Cesare moved lightning-fast –

And punched me in the solar plexus.

I doubled over in agony and collapsed onto my knees.

I felt his hot breath on my ear as he hissed, “Do not EVER question me again. The next time you do, I’m gonna blow your fuckin’ brains out.”

I stayed there on the floor, trying not to puke, as he walked out with Lucrezia.

This is the part where the hero swears to rescue the princess and kill the villain…

Even if he has to fucking die to do it.

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After all that murder and bloodshed, Cesare did what he always did:

He partied.

He found a stereo system in the den and blasted Italian gangster rap as his thugs raided the liquor cabinet.

The whores and party girls started arriving soon after that, and everybody proceeded to get trashed.

Meanwhile, Cesare put me on shit duty: making sure the house was guarded, and disposing of all the corpses.

It was supposed to be punishment, but it was actually a blessing in disguise…

Because I was able to pick whoever I wanted.