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“Simone, if you don’t answer?—”
“Me. Take my life, but spare Luciano.”
“Why? You haven’t even known him that long.”
“I love him. That’s what you do when you love someone. You want them to live, to thrive, to make the most out of this one life that we have.”
“Very noble. I’m impressed. As Jerod, I did love being friends with you. You were always the coolest agent in the room.”
“Thank you. I felt the same about you.”
“Dante,” Luciano said. “Who ordered the hit?”
“Are you ready for this?” He glared at Luciano. “I don’t think you are, but I’m going to tell you, and then, I’m gonna kill you.”
“Understood,” Luciano said.
“Please, no,” Simone whispered.
“I’ve held it in for five long years. Only one other person knows the truth.” He puffed out his chest. “I’m bursting to tell you… are you sure you’re ready?”
“Tell me.”
“Your cousin, Willie Boy, ordered the hit. He wanted you dead, so he could run the business without you. But I killed your fam instead. My bad!”
“Slowly,” Luciano said, devoid of any emotion.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Dante asked. “C’mon, I just told you that your cousin—your own family—ordered the hit on you. And all you can say is slowly? What does that even mean?”
“It means, you will die slowly and painfully. Very, very painfully.”
“Dante, Commander Cardoso is waking up,” Simone said.
Dante glanced over. Luciano whipped his second Glock from the holster hidden beneath his jacket.
BANG!
Luciano shot the gun out of Dante’s hand. Simone leapt out of the chair, grabbed it, and pointed it at Dante.
BANG!
Luciano shot him in the abdomen.
“FUCK! You son of a bitch.” Dante pressed his hand against his torso as blood poured from the wound.
BANG!
Simone shot him in the upper thigh. “That’s for killingmyteam.”
“AAAAIIIIIEEE!!!” Dante shrieked.
Then, she fired off a round into his other femoral artery.
BANG!
“That’s for killing Frederica and her team.”
Dante crumpled to the floor, landing on his back, blood flowing from his wounds.
