Page 314 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

They all aimed at Vicari –

And Rocco and the foot soldiers aimed at my family –

While the 91-year-old woman stayed seated and looked around in bewilderment.

Dario and Adriano shielded Alessandra and Bianca with their bodies.

Roberto did the same with Mei-ling –

But Rachel pulled a fuckin’ Glock out of nowhere, stood shoulder to shoulder with Lars, and aimed at Don Vicari’s head.

All of Don Vicari’s daughters ducked down and covered their children’s heads as the babies and toddlers started screaming.

And the priest?

He was down on all fours, cowering behind the altar.

The chapel was full of shouts and screams –

Like Hell.

Again, all my fucking fault.

All of it.

Don Vicari pointed his pistol at me and screamed in rage, “I’M GOING TO FUCKINGKILLYOU – ”

“You do, and I swear to God I’ll send you to hell!” Adriano shouted.

“LET THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN OUT!” Lars roared.

“LET THEM GO!” Dario shouted in agreement.

That made Don Vicari pause.

He kept his gun on me, but he looked down at his crying daughters and his screaming grandchildren.

I doubted he felt any real love for them –

But they werehis.

And nobody fucked with his property.

Vicari glared at Dario. “Agreed. Let them go, and we settle this afterwards.”

“Agreed,” Dario said.

“GO,” Vicari snapped.

His daughters grabbed their children and ran out of the chapel as fast as they could.

But none of the women on my brother’s side moved.

“You’re not going to send your women out?” Vicari asked Dario.

“Go,” Dario whispered to Alessandra.

“No,” she said.

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