Chapter 120
Cesare
Outside The Hospital
Ciro pulled the SUV into the fire lane in front of the hospital. The other seven Cadillacs parked behind us.
“You want the other drivers to stay out here, too, boss?” Ciro asked. “Just in case we need to make a fast getaway?”
I could hear it in his voice:
He was hoping I’d either change my mind and say, Fuck it, come with us…
Or piss off a bunch of my other guys, too. Misery loves company.
I knew what Lucrezia would say:
Have getaway drivers ready just in case.
Fuck Lucrezia.
The cops had left the hospital and weren’t coming back. Not with what Cicciobello was doing down at the Ponte Vecchio.
Which meant that anybody left in the building was either going to be a security guard or Cosa Nostra.
I wasn’t worried about the security guards. Bunch of fat-ass mall cops –
But I’d seen at least a dozen Cosa Nostra around the chick in the wheelchair.
Not only that, but all the Mercedes had pulled around back.
Minus the blue Bugatti that drove off earlier, that was five cars – so five drivers.
If they were inside now, that meant 17 guys, minimum.
If we didn’t kill all of them, then they’d kill us –
And there wouldn’t be any need for getaway cars.
I wanted my revenge…
But before I got it, all 17 of those Cosa Nostra assholes had to die.
Depending on how good they were, I might need all the backup I could get.
“No,” I told Ciro. “Tell everybody else to come with me.”
He stared at me. “All the drivers?”
“I need them all.” When Ciro didn’t immediately pick up the walkie-talkie, I barked, “TELL them!”
He picked up the radio and said sullenly, “Everybody, including drivers, go with the boss. Direct orders.”
I expected Lucrezia to start yelling at me about how stupid I was –
But oddly enough, she just stared at me emotionlessly.
Instead, it was Romeo who started being a little bitch.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked from the front passenger seat.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snapped.
He closed his mouth and settled back in his seat.
I turned to Lucrezia and smirked. “The next time I see you, I’ll have Dario Rosolini’s head on a platter.”
“Good for you,” she said coldly.
I just laughed as I got out and slammed the door.
I wasn’t about to let the bitch ruin my fun.
Not now.
Not when it was about to get good.
When I got out of my SUV, everybody in all the other Cadillacs got out, too.
Twenty of us in all.
We were leaving behind Ciro, Romeo, and Lucrezia –
One good soldier, and two little bitches.
Every single one of my guys had on a bulletproof vest.
Every single one carried an M4, an AK-47, or an assault rifle.
And every single one had a bag slung over their shoulder full of clips for their guns.
We walked in a group past the building’s mirrored glass.
I had to say, we looked fucking badass –
Like a goddamn action movie. HEAT or RESERVOIR DOGS.
A couple of civilians in the parking lot saw our guns and immediately ran back to their cars.
I let ‘em go.
You’re welcome.
An old man walking out of the main entrance stood there dumbstruck as we rolled up.
I just shoved him back onto the ground as we walked through the glass doors. I heard him cry out in pain as he hit the concrete.
There was a huge lobby inside with a few people waiting around.
There were also a bunch of check-in desks behind a counter over to the right.
Next to the door stood a security guard. Fat mall-cop doughnut-eating motherfucker. Dumb shit didn’t even have a gun.
“Hey,” he said in alarm, “you can’t – ”
I raised my suppressed Beretta and shot him in the head.
POP.
He crumpled to the ground as his blood sprayed the wall 20 feet behind him.
Everybody in the lobby and behind the check-in counters screamed.
One worker reached for a phone –
I shot him in the head, too.
Everyone else got the message and dove to the floor behind their desks.
I walked over to the check-in counter and pointed my gun at a woman cowering on the floor.
“YOU!” I screamed. “WHERE’S DARIO ROSOLINI?!”
She stared up at me like a stupid cow, her mouth open in confusion.
I got impatient and shot her in the face.
POP.
She toppled over backwards in a spray of red.
Then I pointed my gun at the nerd in glasses next to her.
He stared at her in horror. I think he was pissing his pants.
“YOU!” I roared at him. “WHERE’S DARIO ROSOLINI?!”
He pointed up at his computer on the desk. “I – I need to check – ”
“DO IT!”
He stood up and typed on his keyboard with shaking hands.
“WELL?!” I screamed.
“Th-there’s an Alessandra R-Rosolini on the third floor – ”
“That’s the one!” I turned to all the other workers cowering on the floor. “You see?! You do what I say, you get to live!”
Then I turned to my men. “Mignolino, stay down here! Anybody moves or pulls out a cell phone, fucking KILL them!”
Then I pointed at half my men. “You guys take the elevator! The rest of you, we’re going up the stairs!”
Mignolino stayed behind as the rest of us split up.
I entered the stairwell with half my men.
Time to go fuck up some Cosa Nostra assholes…
And get my revenge on Dario Rosolini.