Page 102 of Mafia Kings: Dario

I’d thought it couldn’t get any worse than an attempt on our lives –

But from the way Valentino, Massimo, and Lars were acting, apparently it could.

When our limousine arrived back at the house, there were a dozen armed men out front.

All the remaining brothers were waiting for us – Dario, Niccolo, Adriano, and Roberto.

One of the armed men opened the limousine door for me.

As soon as I stepped out, Dario was right there.

He gently touched my cheek and asked, “Are you alright?”

The tenderness and concern in his voice…

…it was so unlike him.

Suddenly the entire experience hit me again.

The sound of gunshots and breaking glass –

The terror of thinking I was about to die.

My eyes welled up, and I nodded.

Dario drew me to him and wrapped his arms around me.

“You’re safe now,” he murmured in my ear. “You’re safe.”

Adriano helped Massimo out of the back of the limousine. Lars tried to help him back to the house, but Massimo brushed him off.

“Fuck you,” he said with good humor. “I’m not a 98-year-old grandma.”

“Yeah, I don’t know any 98-year-old grandmas that weigh 280 pounds,” Lars replied.

Dario left my side just long enough to hug both Valentino and Massimo. “I’m glad you’re both alright.”

Massimo brushed it off. “Meh… I’ve had stubbed toes worse than this.”

“He saved my life,” I said.

Everyone turned to look at me.

I blushed at being the center of attention… but I kept going.

“They both did,” I continued. “Valentino ran to get the car, but Massimo put himself between me and the gunmen. He’s the only reason I’m still alive.”

“Then I have twice as much to thank you for,” Dario said as he patted Massimo’s cheek.

“It was nothing,” the big man said shyly.

Valentino coughed humorously to lighten the mood. “I’d say getting the car was absolutely crucial.”

“Don’t forget running like a frightened squirrel,” Massimo replied.

“That, too,” Valentino agreed.

Dario clapped Valentino on the shoulder. “Excellent work.”

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