Page 99 of Mafia Kings: Dario

I scrambled into the back seat.

Massimo shot a final round before diving in behind me and slamming the door shut.

Valentino was already in the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

The window next to me exploded with a spider-web of cracks, and there was a metallicping ping ping!as bullets hit the car door.

I screamed – then realized that nothing was getting through.

The car was bulletproof.

“GET US OUT OF HERE!” Massimo yelled.

Valentino swerved around stopped cars and took a hard left at top speed.

“Are you alright?!” Massimo asked me frantically.

“Yes!” I said. I was terrified, but I didn’t feel pain anywhere.

“Val?” Massimo asked.

“I’m good – you alright?”

“I got nicked,” Massimo said with a grimace.

Only then did I see the blood on his shirt beneath his jacket.

“Oh my god!” I cried out.

“It’s fine, it’s not bad,” he told me.

“How do you know?!”

He gave a wry smile. “I’ve been shot before. This is nothing.”

“Should I go to the hospital?” Valentino asked.

“Fuck no – just get us out of the city,” Massimo said as he pulled out a phone. “I’ll let Niccolo know what’s going on. He’ll tell us what to do.”

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Dario

Iwas still brooding over the Turk’s visit an hour after the Turk left.

I was sitting in my study when Niccolo walked in, his face pale.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“There was a shooting in Florence,” he replied.

For the first time in a long while, I felt fear –

Panic.

“Alessandra?!” I asked as I bolted up from my chair.

“She’s fine,” Niccolo said, then added drily, “although your concern for your brothers is touching.”

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