Chapter 6 - The Trap ClosesVincent realized he had nowhere left to run. His face twisted from sheer terror into a mask of desperate malice.
With a sudden, frantic movement, he reached inside his jacket, drawing a concealed silver-plated revolver, aiming it straight at Lorenzo’s chest.
“If I’m going down, you’re coming with me, you son of a—!”
Bang!
Before Vincent’s finger could pull the trigger, a deafening gunshot echoed through the office.
It wasn't Lorenzo.
Marco Bruno’s gun smoked in his hand. The bullet caught Vincent squarely in the right shoulder, spinning him around and sending the revolver clattering across the polished hardwood floor.
Vincent screamed, collapsing against the glass window, clutching his bleeding shoulder as blood poured rapidly between his fingers.
Marco calmly holstered his weapon, stepping forward to kick Vincent’s gun away.
“Never point a piece in this room unless you’re ready to use it, Vincent,” Marco said coldly. “And you clearly weren't.”
Lorenzo didn't even flinch when the shot went off. He walked slowly up to the bleeding, writhing traitor, looking down at him with an expression of supreme, chilling detachment.
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“Take him down to the harbor,” Lorenzo instructed without raising his voice. “Feed him to the concrete shoes. And make sure his family gets nothing.”
Two capos grabbed Vincent by his arms, dragging him screaming and kicking out of the office, leaving a dark streak of blood across the pristine floorboards.
