Marcello
I am in the car with three of my soldiers. I have left three behind at the hospital. I have contacted the manager of the hospital to put more security around the hospital especially on the VIP section. The worst that could happen is if Federico would dare to hurt other patients that are not part of this fight.
I keep Jeff on the phone and he is giving me the directions of Federico’s car. It is still uncertain where he could be going so we can’t make any predictions yet.
HIS CAR HAS PARKED IN FRONT OF A WAREHOUSE. He has moved out and entered. Jeff has two armed soldiers with him. I am grateful that I followed my instincts and brought a good number of soldiers with me to this trip. I don’t fuck around any more when it comes to security after Marco escaped with Federico’s help. I am always on alert. I have to make sure I incapacitate Federico from roaming Italy freely before day break. He doesn’t deserve to see another morning. He only deserves to go meet his creator.
This could be a trap if Federico suspected that I would follow him to the warehouse but I am not letting any chances slip out of my grip. I have finally got this chance to kill him and I am not going to sit back and let the soldiers do all this work on their own.
If I get my hands on Federico, then I might be able to catch Marco after all this time of him hiding. Marco completely disappeared after stealing all that money from me. I suspect that he is undercover waiting for the right moment to show up. I wouldn’t doubt it if he is even not in Italy.
I finally pull into the alley where the warehouse is. It is a dark and dead alley with a few old dead cars parked and scattered on the streets. There is no sign of life around the area.
What would Federico be doing in such a place?
My mind has settled for the idea that he wanted me to come over here, so that is why he showed up at the hospital and my hotel and made sure his pattern was noticable so that he could lure me here.
Well, he was seductive enough so I followed and here I am with a short gun pressing against the small of my back while another is on my waist. My soldiers follow after me with their arms pointed around me in case anyone suspicious idiot makes a move at me.
I meet with Jeff at the entrance of the warehouse.
“He has been in there since and nothing else has happened thereafter. No one has come in or left,” he reports.
The warehouse is a very big building as seen from outside. The door is not locked so we just enter, not trying at all to look sneaky. If we meet anyone, we shoot.
We only see boxes and packages in the main compartment of the warehouse, but when we go deeper inside, the packages get scarce.
We meet another door when we further inside. It is also not locked so we go in, leaving two soldiers begin to watch out for us.
The room is dimly lit but surprisingly large. The lights suddenly light and I spit Federico standing behind a desk with two bald muscle men beside him as guards. He has a smug smile on his face that makes me want to fly over and smash the teeth out of his mouth. The two muscle me point their guns at me.
The first thing that is obvious here is that Federico’s soldiers are outnumbered by mine, well, unless he has other men in this building who are undercover waiting to act on command when the time comes.
“I see you made it,” he croaks, certainly looking self-satisfied with his effort.
“You did such a good job of capturing my attention that I had to rush over and see you,” I tell him, my voice devoid of any interest.
He chuckles and says, “Your sense of humor has never been lost, Don Marcello.”
“I am glad that you are able to find me funny in such kind of a situation,” I tell him nonchalantly.
“You are not only funny, Don, You are a man of wonders. Bringing Roberto De Luca back to life being your greatest miracle yet,” he says.
So he knows. How long has he known.
“He never died, Federico. I think your father never taught you how to make proper targets when hitting the enemy,” I am too fade up to be polite right now.
His eyes flash red but he manages to maintain his cool.
“You’ve never met my father but I can assure you he taught me very well how to shoot. Do you want me to show you?” he cocks his head, giving me a side eye before pointing a gun at me.
“Don’t waste your breath defending your papà. He was a failure at business and never taught you any proper business ethics. That is why you turned out to be a loser who can’t trade and only makes a living from stealing from successful people whom you will never be able to equate to even in your future generations,” I tell him.
He pulls the trigger, but the bullet only bypasses my ear and catches one of the stacked boxes behind the me.
I let out a tight chuckle.
“You still doubt my words?” I lift an eyebrow at him.
My soldiers are already assembled behind me with their guns pointed out to Federico and his men. Federico doesn’t seem flustered by the number of men beside me.
“You know, you could have lived longer if you didn’t interfere with my business with Marco. But you ruined your luck, Federico. I am not even going to torture you in my dungeon because it is too good for a criminal like you. I am going to kill you here and now. I am not going to make the same mistake as I did with Marco.”
“Aren’t you curious as to why I brought you here?” he inquires.
“I am, but I will be able to figure that out when you are in you are already in your father’s embrace,” I tell him.
He curses under his breath.
“Don’t say any more word about my father or you won’t like what I am going to do to you,” he warns.
“Do your worst,” I urge him.
“If I kill you right now, I will go ahead and kill your dear fiance and Roberto after all your efforts to save him. It will be such a Joy to kill someone twice in one lifetime,” he says.
“Don’t be so confident about that. My fiance is off limits. This is between you and me.”
“This was between me and the De Luca’s until you decided to get involved so you just added yourself to the list. No one one was replaced or erased.”
I pull the trigger without warning aiming for his senseless head, but a bullet gets into my hand before. I shit aside. The room bursts into a shooting chaos and Federico seems to be up to fleeing. More men have appeared out of the blue just like I expected. Federico’s plans are so predictable. No wonder he hasn’t been successful in the mafia business.
He thinks he can escape after this.
I follow after him leaving the soldiers behind to deal with Federico’s men.
I manage to shoot his right leg, and he stumbles. One of his muscle men aims at me but I dodge his bullet aimed at my chest, and shoot into his brains. He falls dead onto his boss. Federico stumbles through the boxes, trying to run away. I catch a shot into his back. He leans against a wooden box, trying to catch another breath so that he doesn’t die. I walk closer. He tries to run away but he can’t. Blood oozes out of him in streams.
Yes, he should just accept his fate.
“You are done for, Federico. I will be kind enough to make sure your body is shipped to your family and you receive a proper burial if you tell me where Marco is,” I tell him my gun pointing at his head.
He gives me a diabolical grin. Federico might actually be more stupid than I thought.
A bullet gets into my lower back. I turn and catch a glimpse of another muscle man aiming at me. Before he gives me another shot, he shot down by Jeff who looks bloody with a bleeding wound on his arm.
I turn back to Federico. This bastard does not deserve another breath.
I pull the trigger and shot into his head three times to make sure he doesn’t come to life even when another man like me saves him.
He dies with his eyes wide open and I don’t even give him the honor of closing his eyes for him.
That’s when all my injuries start catching up with me. Everything around me starts getting blurred and I can feel the life draining out of me too.
My vision is blurred but I can see Jeff running to me before I fall on the ground with a painful thud.
Fuck!
I can’t die.
My wedding is next week. I am finally going to marry the woman of my dreams. We are going to live happily without any fear.
I can’t die.
I want to see Elsa one more time.
The shooting seems to have stopped. Or have I stopped hearing. I fight to keep my eyes open but my vision goes blank.
I might not survive this time. I just recovered from a few weeks ago. I have to be well for my wedding.
God! I just want to marry my woman.