Page 165 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Niccolo

A s I lay there, a man ran up –

One of our old foot soldiers.

He looked down at me sympathetically as he kicked my gun away from me –

But he didn’t stay long.

Instead, he ran towards Dario.

There were five foot soldiers around him, like hyenas surrounding a wounded lion.

Their guns were all aimed at him – but they hesitated.

Rather than plead for his life, my oldest brother scowled at them.

“Do it,” he snarled.

A second later, their pistols erupted in a hail of gunfire…

And Dario slumped to the ground.