Chapter 129
Giorgio
Iwas speeding through traffic as fast as I could while glancing at the Find My app on my phone.
Don Rosolini’s car seemed to have stopped at the next intersection.
I decided I’d better call him to let him know I was coming –
When I heard the crash.
A giant CRANG! somewhere up ahead –
Followed by several other metallic crunches.
Fuck –
THAT’S not good.
The cars immediately ahead of me slowed down.
God DAMN IT!
That was when I heard the automatic gunfire.
Brattattattattattatattatat!
SHIT!
It was the Camorra –
I was sure of it.
And I knew exactly who they were shooting at.
I’m THIS CLOSE –
GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!
The cars immediately ahead of me had slowed to a standstill –
So I pulled up onto the concrete median.
There wasn’t much room. I ended up sideswiping a dozen cars and bashing off their side mirrors.
Fuck it.
The gunfire stopped.
Then I heard two shots –
Blam blam!
– followed by triple shots from some kind of rifle.
Brat-tat-tat!
Brat-tat-tat!
As I neared the intersection, the cars thinned out a bit. Vehicles were pulling off onto side streets –
Giving me a clear view.
Up ahead, I could see a black Mercedes, the driver’s side of the hood bashed in like an accordion.
The windshield was shot out, and a bloody corpse was slumped over the wheel and deflated airbag.
To the right of the Mercedes was a black Cadillac SUV, parked at a slight angle. Its driver’s side hood was bashed all to hell, too.
Lars was crouched on the left of the Mercedes.
On the right side was a Camorra shooter with an AK-47.
He was coming around the front of the car.
In about three seconds, it was going to be him versus Lars.
Fuck THAT.
I floored it.
As I burst into the intersection, the Camorra bastard turned and saw me heading right for him.
He swung around and fired right at me, full auto.
brATTATTATATTATAT!
My windshield went partially white with bullet holes –
But my aim was true.
I felt the THUD of his body as I slammed into him –
And saw him fly up over the windshield.
I heard him clatter over the top of the car –
And watched in the rearview mirror as he tumbled over the trunk and landed somewhere behind me.
I slammed on the brakes –
Screeched to a stop –
And immediately put it in reverse.
Then I stomped on the gas.
Two seconds later, I felt a BUMP-BUMP as my left wheels went over him – first the rear tire, then the front.
Fuck YOU, I thought angrily as I slammed on the brakes –
Put the car into drive –
And pulled forward.
When my front tire lifted up, I let off the gas and put it into park.
Then I opened my door and stepped out with my gun drawn.
I scanned the intersection for any other shooters –
But didn’t see any.
The Camorra bastard I’d run over was on the ground, my front tire pinned on his chest.
His eyes bugged out in agony, his mouth open in a silent scream.
I was feeling merciful –
So I shot him in the head.
BLAM!
Lars and Don Rosolini dashed across the intersection towards me.
I swung my gun around, scanning for threats. Nothing.
“God DAMN it’s good to see you!” Lars yelled as they reached my car.
“Sorry I couldn’t get here earlier,” I said as I opened the back door for them.
“You couldn’t have gotten here at a better time,” Don Rosolini said gratefully.
He and Lars jumped in the back and slammed the door as I slipped behind the wheel.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To the hospital,” Don Rosolini said.
I stared at him in the rearview mirror. “I thought you just came from the hospital – ”
“GO!” he roared.
I didn’t question.
I went.
I put the car in drive –
The wheel rolled off the corpse pinned beneath it –
And I sped past the crashed Cadillac.
Traffic on the right side of the road had stopped moving behind us, so there was wide-open space for at least a half mile.
I floored the accelerator. “Don Rosolini – ”
He clapped me on my shoulder from the backseat. “You saved my life today. Call me Dario.”
Holy shit.
“…Dario,” I said, “when we get there, what’s the plan?”
“There are a bunch of black Cadillacs parked out front. I want you to drive past them up on the sidewalk and crash through the doors of the hospital.”
My eyes widened, and I glanced at Lars in the rearview mirror. Really?
Lars looked grim, but he nodded. “You heard him.”
“Alright,” I agreed.