Page 40 of My Young Mafia Daddy

Chapter 14

Nico

The journey over to the bakery was frustrating with a capital Fuck Off!

I know these streets better than anyone, but the amount of traffic and total inconvenient roadworks was like something out of a nightmare.

But we got to East Side Sugar eventually – even if it did feel like a lifetime to me.

Right now though, this situation feels very real indeed.

I’m standing with Rico alongside me as we face down Conte and his two sidekicks.

It’s three against two – not great odds.

But I’ve got total faith in Rico’s gun skills, and I know that I’m a sharpshooter too.

The two thugs look clumsy and way too cumbersome to have any real trigger tricks or skill sets. They’ll fall and they’ll fall first is my betting.

The only matter in question is how good Conte is with a gun in his hand.

Conte’s older, and that means he has experience.

If you make it this far in life while being in the Mafia, it means you must have something about you. It might be your tactical brain, or it could be your ruthless ability to remove threats – either way, I can sense with every fiber in my body that Conte cannot be underestimated.

But I can’t show Conte too much respect either.

If I give an inch, this asshole is likely to take the whole nine yards.

In fact, I need to make my move any… moment… now!

‘Daddy!’ Eddie cries, the sound of bullets flying and crashing into glass jars and display cases ringing around the bakery. ‘Be careful!’

This is intense – but I’ve been in situations like this before.

Three shots fly directly into the heart of one of the thugs. He’s toast.

Rico gets in close and shoots the other thug in the head. Game over.

Now it’s me and Conte, both of us shooting and fighting for our lives.

‘Give it up, Conte!’ I roar. ‘You’re outnumbered.’

‘Fuck you!’ Conte bellow back, breaking cover to fire a round of bullets in my direction.

I jump and juke across the bakery and give myself a golden opportunity to take Conte out.

Time freezes.

I know if I miss, Conte will counter and likely blow my fucking head off.

But I will never forget one thing above all else: I am Nico Costacurta.

I’ve killed men, I’ve hurt people badly – but it’s always been part of the business. In this crazy part of the world we call the Mafia lifestyle, I’ve acted with honor and courage and a ton of skill too.

This is my city.

And it’s time I took out the trash…

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