Page 143 of Mafia Kings: Dario

Adriano…

Valentino…

And Dario.

“Let her go,” Dario said quietly, his voice steady.

“STOP!” the Turk screamed. “STOP, OR I’LL KILL HER!”

Dario put his arms up and pointed his pistol at the ceiling. “Adriano, Valentino… lower your guns and get back.”

Adriano tried to protest. “But – ”

“DO IT.”

Adriano and Valentino pointed their guns at the floor, then slowly stepped backwards into the shadows.

“There,” Dario said. “They’ve backed off. Now let her go.”

The Turk laughed. “I don’t think so.”

“If you let her go, I’ll let you walk out of here unharmed. You have my word.”

“Yourword,”the Turk sneered. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No, but you must thinkIam. Otherwise, why would you keep stalling?”

The Turk didn’t say anything.

“Do you hear that?” Dark asked.

There was only silence.

“There’s nothing to hear,” the Turk snapped.

“Exactly. All the men you sent upstairs are dead,” Dario said. “My brothers killed your assassins upstairs at the exact same moment we shot your men down here. It’s over. Let her go.”

The Turk became enraged. He tightened his left arm around my neck and jammed his gun harder into my skull.

“You fucking bitch traitor!” he hissed in my ear.

“She had nothing to do with it,” Dario said. “We were watching you on camera from the moment you came through the wall.”

The Turk wheezed like he had been punched. “But… there weren’t supposed tobeany cameras…”

“Did you really think I would leave my entire estate unguarded? Now, stop pointing your gun at her… and aim it at me.”

The Turk stepped backwards and dragged me along with him.

“Aim your gun at me,” Dario repeated calmly.

I could hardly see him anymore, my eyes were so blurry with tears.

“Why bother?” the Turk hissed. “You’ll kill me no matter what.”

“No, I won’t – and neither will my brothers. I swear on my father’s grave.”

“And why should I believe you?”

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