Page 63 of Marcello

But I couldn’t make myself kill him…

So I just shot him in the right butt cheek.

BANG!

“AAAAAH!” the Camorra howled as he grabbed his ass like it was on fire.

The high school students screamed and took off running, all two dozen of them.

I looked down in shock at the singed hole in my sweatshirt and the smoke curling up out of it.

The Camorra whipped around and looked at me in utter shock. “You – ”

Then his face turned into a mask of fury.

“YOU FUCKIN’ – ”

He reached for his rear waistband.

He was going to kill me.

There was nothing I could do but kill him first.

I pulled the trigger again.

BANG!

A red stain suddenly spread on his white track suit.

The Camorra’s eyes went wide –

And I fired again.

BANG!

Now at his chest.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

click click click

The Camorra stumbled backwards and fell to the stone floor with a thud.

The entire front of his white jacket was a bright, wet red.

He stared up at me and tried to move his mouth, but nothing came out.

I stared down at him in horror.

In my mind, I heard my mother’s voice:

What did you DO, Marcello?!

WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Suddenly, a high-pitched whistle shrieked and broke me out of my daydream.

I looked over and saw a cop 200 feet away in the piazza, coming right at me.