“’Cause dead or alive”—he smirked—“the Mancini Family is going to hunt you down like the dogs you all are.” Then he let his laughter loose, his head falling back as he let the crazy out of his head, letting it show through his eyes.
Satisfaction filled him, when the man’s eyes widened in fear.
The men around them stood up straight as they surrounded him.
All six of them.
Six.
Six to one.
It was an unfair advantage.
Even for him.
“Why the fuck am I even here?” he muttered, his laughter dying down.
He was ready now.
He knew that she would be taken care of.
His family would see to it.
He knew that he would be avenged.
The Mancini family would see to that.
So he was good.
He was at peace with how he was set to leave this world.
“You’re here as payment.”
“Payment for what.”
“Ernesto.”
“Right,” he muttered.
He should have known.
“He was our father.”
“Hmm. Well, I won’t say I’m sorry. ’Cause I’m not. I did it because he raped and tortured women. I did it because he hurt my woman. So I put the motherfucker down.”
The man’s face in front of him grew red, his face puckering up and he grinned, the twisted edge of darkness filling him.
“I just wish I could do it again. ’Cause this time, I would take my time. Just like he deserved,” he said letting his smile widen. Letting the darkness fill him.
Burn motherfucker!
He was expecting a lot of things to happen then.
For the men to start in on him again.
For them to just whip out a gun and end his torment.
He could have come up with a dozen different scenarios but if he lived to be a hundred years old, he never would have predicted a boom sounding, echoing through the room and half a wall imploding in a hail of brick and dust that scattered the floor.
