Page 340 of Marcello

Cesare

Third Floor of the Mansion

FUCK!

Dario’s men were cutting down my guys way too easy.

I was fuckin’ pissed I’d taken my best guys to Florence. Most of them had died at the battle in the hospital and on the Ponte Vecchio, and now all I had left was the fuckin’ D-team.

I could see which way this was going, so I decided to bail. I just straight-up ran away from the stairs.

I thought about Lucrezia down on the first floor.

Fuck her.

Let her get out on her own.

Me?

I’d live to fight another day –

And I knew just where to go.

As I ran from the stairs, my guys saw me leaving and started to retreat.

“STAY THERE AND FIGHT!” I screamed, but they didn’t listen.

No fuckin’ discipline –

So I shot one of them in the head.

THAT’LL teach ‘em.

Unlike my guys in Florence, though, these newbie assholes freaked –

And started shooting at me.

GODDAMN IT!

I turned and ran for the stairs to the basement as I fired blindly behind me.

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Giorgio

Foyer

Something in the gunfight changed.

The remaining Camorra withdrew from the corners of the stairway.

I heard Cesare roar, “STAY THERE AND FIGHT – ”

Followed by a gunshot.

Then, suddenly, the Camorra opened fire again –

But not at us.