Page 101 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Gian barely held back from plugging the asshole with another bullet. “Why in the hell should I believe you?”

“I’m going to die, anyway,” Louis mumbled, his gaze never leaving the gun in Gian’s hand. “What good does lying do for me now?”

He had a point.

“So you know nothing about those two events,” Gian said, wanting to clarify.

“Because my grandfather didn’t do them,” Louis replied.

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“I know Edmond said he would have had Corrado shot from behind, so at least the funeral could have been an open casket.”

Gian clenched his teeth so hard at that admission that his molars ached. “Did he now?”

“He didn’t need to kill Corrado. He was already dying.”

“How the fuck do you know that?”

“I didn’t know—my grandfather did. Edmond told me after. Why kill a man that’s already got one foot in the grave, huh?”

Gian didn’t have the answer for that one.

And he was done with this conversation, now.

Standing, Gian brushed off his pants. Louis looked up at him in enough time to see Gian’s gun pointed directly at his head.

Always look at a man when you take his life.

Corrado’s words echoed in Gian’s mind.

He deserves that respect.

Gian pulled the trigger, and didn’t look away.