Chapter 111
Cesare
Outside The Hospital
Ilistened to Cicciobello over speakerphone, hardly able to contain my glee as I heard the bratta-tatta-tat of automatic gunfire in the distance.
“Well?” I demanded.
“We’re doing exactly what you said, boss: shoot anything that moves.”
“What about the cops? Have you seen any cops?”
“Yeah, we’ve put down at least a dozen of ‘em.”
I burst out laughing. “Fuck yeah!”
“And you sent a car to lie in wait for Rosolini, correct?” Lucrezia snapped at the phone.
Goddamn cunt –
You just ALWAYS have to have your fucking way, DON’T YOU, Lucrezia?
I wanted to bitchslap her so hard – put her back in her fucking place –
But Cicciobello distracted me.
“Yeah, I sent Diciasette and Curtiello,” he said.
GOD DAMN IT!
Those were two of our best guys!
I was about to slam Lucrezia’s head against the door again when Ciro spoke up from behind the wheel.
“Boss – look!” he said as he passed back a pair of binoculars.
I put them to my eyes and saw the prettiest thing I’d seen in days:
All the cop cars in front of the hospital were pulling out of the parking lot.
I laughed maniacally. “IT WORKED! Ciccio, keep it up!”
He didn’t even have time to reply before I hung up on him.
“So,” Lucrezia said in a fake saccharine voice, “I guess you’re going after Dario Rosolini now.”
“Fuckin’ right I am,” I said as I reached for the car door handle.
“What about Romeo?” she demanded. “He’s supposed to stay here with me.”
FUCK.
After all of Lucrezia’s bullshit, I wanted to tell her to suck my dick –
But I was still fucking pissed at Romeo for what he did at the farm.
I should’ve made him walk in front of us when we got inside the hospital – he could be the cannon fodder –
But I knew that was fucking stupid. Romeo was one of my best guys.
Still… he had put his hands on me… so he had to be punished.
Act like a bitch, get slapped like a bitch.
Even if it made Lucrezia happy, unfortunately.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Romeo.
He answered immediately. “Yes?”
“Get the fuck over here,” I snapped, then hung up.
A second later, he jumped out of the rear SUV and jogged towards ours at the front.
He reached us just as the cop cars from the hospital raced past us on the main road, their sirens screaming.
Have fun getting shot, fuckin’ pigs.
Romeo opened the passenger front door and slid inside. “Yes?”
“You’re staying here with Lucrezia,” I ordered him.
“You don’t want me to go with you?” Romeo asked in surprise.
“Did I fucking stutter?”
“No,” he replied quietly.
I glared at him, then looked over at Ciro in the driver’s seat.
I hated what I was about to do – I could’ve used him inside the hospital – but I didn’t trust my sister as far as I could throw her. And I certainly didn’t trust Romeo to stand up to her once I was gone.
“Stay here with them, Ciro,” I said.
He looked back at me in complete shock. “What?! What’d I do, boss?!”
“Nothing. I need you in the car in case Rosolini makes a break for it.”
“But – ”
“Just fucking do what I say,” I snarled.
Ciro looked like a whipped dog and slumped down in his seat.
“Tell everybody we’re moving out,” I ordered him.
Ciro picked up a walkie-talkie from the center console and said gloomily, “Moving out.”
As we pulled out onto the main road, the seven Cadillacs behind us followed.
While Ciro drove, I took off my leather jacket and put on a bulletproof vest.
After all, it was probably going to be a bitch getting to Dario Rosolini.
I slipped my leather jacket back on and loaded all my pockets up with spare clips. Had to make sure I had plenty of bullets for my suppressed Beretta pistol.
I was using extended magazines with 30 rounds each.
I had a dozen, so at least 360 bullets.
Good to go.