Chapter 122
Lucrezia
Outside The Hospital
The second after Cesare left the car, I quickly checked my cell phone.
My Russian contact had texted me.
Attack in progress. Massive damage to house.
I clenched my teeth.
Cesare, you STUPID FUCKING ASSHOLE.
Despite his penchant for idiotic chaos, my plan was going to be the one that took down the Rosolinis…
Yet my shithead brother would think he was the one who triumphed just because he managed to put a bullet in a second-rate gangster.
Speaking of bullets, I heard Cesare’s suppressed Beretta three times inside the lobby, with five to ten seconds between shots.
Pop.
Screaming.
Pop.
No more screaming.
Pop.
Then nothing for the next two minutes.
My brother had to be leading the others upstairs by now.
I was daydreaming of all the ways I hoped he died…
When all hell suddenly broke loose.