Page 88 of The Don's Deadly Assassin

So, of course, I will run over to help.

"Are you okay?" I feign concern as I reach out to "help" her. Silent Death's eyes narrow in suspicion, but it's too late to get out now.

I stretch out my hand and she has no other option but to take it. I lift my back leg as though balancing myself as she tries to pull me down beside her. The concealed, retractable wire trips her further, and she falls against me, with me being the only thing keeping her afloat.

In a split second, I dig my nails into the hand she’s gripped me with, and she lets go of the sting. That’s when I let go of her completely, putting one foot back on dry ground.

I sink down to my knees as her head hits the unforgiving concrete, busting open her forehead.

A sickening crunch echoes through the air, silenced by the cacophony of the concert.

“Nooo!” I scream, and tears flow down my eyes. Vincenzo comes rushing to my side.

“Darling,” he throws his arms over my hunched figure, turning my face away from the blood seeping into the floor. “Oh, you poor thing! Are you alright?” he asks.

His hand reaches into his pocket. Then, I can feel the taught pull from the wire give way. He cut off the wire’s connection to my boot.

His hand goes back into his pocket with the cutter. I still sob into his shoulder.

“My wife,” he explains to the crowd. “She was running to help, but…”

Around us, people start crowding. Our act deserves an Academy Award.

"Someone call an ambulance!" Vincenzo shouts with urgency, waving his arms to where Silent Death lies crumpled on the ground. The crowd of onlookers grows.

"Did she slip?" someone asks, pointing toward the puddle of water near Silent Death's body.

I nod grimly, fighting back a new swell of emotion. "It all happened so fast," I say, my voice shaky. "I tried to catch her, but she just...fell."

Vincenzo tries to lift me up from the floor, but I fight him, crawling over to The Silent Death’s body. "Stay with me," I cry out loud to Silent Death, keeping up the act as I check her pulse. Of course, there's none.

“She’s dead!” I scream with horror.

“Help her, poor girl,” a panicked young woman shouts at Vincenzo. “She mustn’t see more of this.” Vincenzo pulls me away as I give the woman’s hand one last squeeze.

I look down and sob again. Vincenzo hands me a bottle of water someone had given him.

As murmurs of sympathy ripple through the crowd, Vincenzo and I glance at each other. His eyes meet mine, and we share a silent understanding. We need to get out of here.

"Please, give my wife some space!" Vincenzo calls out, expertly managing the group of people gathering around us. He feigns distress while subtly directing the flow of the crowd, creating an opening for us to slip away.

"Let's go," Vincenzo murmurs as we blend into the sea of bodies, not waiting around until the authorities to show up.

Chapter 32

Vincenzo

The wheels of my Lamborghini squeal as we speed away from the concert, my heart pounding with exhilaration. Camela's lips curl into a satisfied smirk while her piercing eyes remain fixed on the rear-view mirror, watching the ambulances and police roll in.

I slam my foot onto the accelerator, the adrenaline still coursing through me. The image of Silent Death lying lifeless on the ground is burned into my mind.

I crank up the music, wanting to revel in the thrill of all that’s happened. When the first sound breaks out from the speakers, Camela turns to me, drawn back to the moment. She grins wide and shakes her head silently.

"Did you see her face?" I shout over the blaring music. "Priceless!"

Camela chuckles, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. No one in my mafioso has ever displayed such skill and control, and I’ve got the most powerful mafiosi this side of the nation. What I witnessed today, her lethal prowess in the completely open crowd, is a story for legends.

Each move was calculated and executed with such deadly precision, that a book could be written on what took place this evening.

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