Page 92 of Dark Mafia Vows

Still trying to hold onto some shred of dignity, Rinaldo sneers. “What? You think killing us makes you a big man, Dario? You think this makes you...”

I don’t give him a chance to finish. I raise my gun and shoot him in the leg. He clamps down on his lips with his teeth, but a deep groan slips past his throat, echoing in the night.

This makes Rafe even more scared.

“Dario! Please! I swear, I didn’t want any of this. He convinced me,” he points towards Rinaldo, who is clutching his leg. “He blackmailed me.”

“With what?” I demand, taking a step closer, aiming the gun at his hand. “What did he blackmail you with?”

His eyes go wide as he stammers, scrambling for an answer, for a lie.

I aim for his mouth and pull the trigger. The shot rings out, and Rafe’s screams become muffled as he cradles his bloodied face.

“You lied to me the first time,” I say, reaching over to grab his hair roughly and pull him up. “Did you really think I would believe you again?”

Senseless mumbles mixed with groans escape his lips. His face is a mess, with tears, blood, and snot seeping through the available holes.

Rinaldo’s face is pale now, the arrogance gone. “You really think this is going to change anything? You think killing us makes you better than me?”

I crouch down in front of him, gun still in hand, our faces inches apart. “I don’t give a fuck about being better,” I say in a quiet, cold voice. “This is to make sure you never hurt her again.”

I stand up and fire a shot into Rinaldo’s arm. He grits his teeth, refusing to scream, but I see the pain etched on his face, the tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. He’s trying to maintain control, but it’s of no use. He’s going to die anyway.

I point the gun at his other hand. “You should have known better,” I say softly, my voice almost a whisper. “You should’ve known better than laying your filthy hands on her.”

I fire. Rinaldo finally lets out a guttural cry, his two hands a bleeding mess. But there’s no mercy in me. Turning, I raise the gun one last time and aim it squarely at Rafe’s head.

Rafe’s eyes widen, filled with pure terror as he shakes his head vigorously, unable to speak or beg.

The shot is swift and final. Rafe’s body slumps forward, lifeless. Dark red blood pools beneath him, soaking into the dirt.

I turn to Rinaldo. His chest is heaving with labored breaths, blood seeping from his wounds. The fear in his eyes is thick, but he’s too proud, too arrogant, to beg for mercy, even in the face of death.

I don’t give a fuck about that. Whether he begs or not, he’ll still be a dead man in...

I glance at my watch. The one minute I promised Ginny is almost up.

“I’ll give you credit,” I say, cocking the gun again. “You’ve got guts. Too bad they’ll be spilled all over this very ground by noon when the vultures find your body.”

“My father will come for you,” he splutters, his body visibly vibrating when I raise my gun to his head. “You won’t get away with...”

The gun fires, the bullet piercing into the center of his forehead. His body crumples and collapses beside Rafe.

The silence that follows is deafening. I stand there, breathing heavily, staring down at their bodies. There’s no satisfaction in their deaths—only cold, hollow emptiness. The only thing that satisfies me is the thought of reuniting with Ginny, of continuing our lives together without any threats.

“Leave their bodies here,” I tell the men hovering around. I meant it when I said they’ll be consumed by vultures.

The men have their heads bent down in fear. Their hitting me was also part of the plan. Since their guns were basically useless, we didn’t want Rafe or Rinaldo catching on to the deceit.

Plus, I intended to kill these bastards in cold blood—no police involvement.

I turn and stride back to the car. Lorenzo is already in the driver’s seat when I arrive. I slip into the back where Ginny waits. Her large hazel eyes scan me as I pull her into my arms.

“I told you, Ginny,” I murmur as the engine rumbles to life. “I’ll be back in just one minute.”

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GINEVRA

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