Page 338 of Marcello

Lucrezia

Dining Room / First Floor of the Mansion

As soon as the gunfire broke out in the foyer, I realized what had happened:

The Rosolinis are HERE!

They’re INSIDE THE HOUSE!

I didn’t know how they got in, but I had no doubt it was them.

Cicciobello was already dead; I’d watched him get cut down just seconds before.

“SHOOT THEM, YOU FOOLS!” I screamed at my few remaining men.

As they opened fire through the doorway into the foyer, I knew it was probably hopeless.

The Rosolinis had caught us napping, and they were out for blood.

No matter how many times Cesare had beaten the odds, his luck couldn’t hold forever.

Considering we were all about to die, there was only one play left:

The nuclear option.

It might spell my doom, but that seemed to be a given anyway.

And if I was going down, then I was taking the Rosolinis with me.

I pulled out my cell and made the call.

Unfortunately, it went straight to voicemail.

Goddammit!

“DON CULOTTO!” I shouted over the deafening roar of gunfire. “THE COSA NOSTRA ARE AT AMATO’S MANSION! BRING THE OTHERS AND GET HERE AT ONCE!”

That was all I got out before I saw the Swede.

126

Lars

First Floor of the Mansion

We had just entered the mansion when gunshots erupted on the ground floor.

BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM!

It had to be Dario –

At least, I prayed it was.

Gunfire to the right –

A screaming woman to the left.

If the woman was Marcello’s girlfriend, we needed to help her –