Page 158 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Sofia

F austo and I stared at the monitors.

Eight foot soldiers were hidden behind stone walls, their POVs filled with close-ups of sandstone.

Suddenly they leapt up, giving us a clear view.

About 20 feet away, Lars had just run past them into the ruins.

He realized too late that he had fallen into a trap.

He pointed his gun at one of our foot soldiers –

But all eight men fired simultaneously.

Lars’s torso exploded with red.

He jerked several times, then toppled over backwards onto the ground.

Fausto roared his approval.

“You were right!” he crowed, slapping me on the shoulder in delight. “You were right, and now he’s dead!”

I removed another piece from the board.

“Pawn takes queen.”