Page 94 of Dominance

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ADRIANO

My tires screech, barely clearing the wall as I blast around another corner.

Orvieto’s streets were not designed with cars in mind, let alone sports cars and high-speed chases.

To be fair, I wasn’t exactly planning on any of this either.

“Shit!” I yelp, throwing the handbrake and taking another turn to avoid the patter of gunfire from the back of the car ahead of me.

I swear, these assholes have no regard for anyone.

I was just trying to get Guiliano alone. In the back room. Ask him some questions. Maybe put a few bullets in him.

Should have been easy enough.

Two streets over, one street down, and I should be able to cut off?—

An SUV clips my tail end, shattering the taillight on the MC20 and making something inside my soul crack to the tune of $275K.

I may have grown up rich, but I’m not entitled or frivolous.

And I love sports cars.

Especially sleek masterpieces like this Maserati. Stupid of me to take it out, though. Should have known things would go south. Here I thought I would just be heading straight out of this little side job and Northward before the sun went down.

Instead, I’m chasing down a squad of heavies after midnight.

I am grateful for the sheer power and maneuverability of this masterpiece as I stomp the gas, veer into the turn, and send the blacked-out tank of a vehicle straight off the road, tipping the poor sons of bitches and dropping them upside down on the street below us.

Doing so, however, means my quarry, my target, gets a lead out on me, shooting off around a bend.

Fortunately, I studied the map on the flight over and learned every possible escape route. I know they turned down a dead end.

Slamming the stick shift into gear, I gun it, not wanting to give them time to set up a barricade, to dig in. Of course, that wouldn’t be an issue if Dom’s guy had filled me in to the fact that there would be an entire squad of mafia-type soldiers hanging out in the club where I was sent to find this weaselly piece of shit.

And that they all work for him.

Fucking Guiliano Carcosa.

Another hiccup that I couldn’t have expected as the target for this hit.

The guy is the biggest player in Italy for human trafficking coming through the East into Europe and the US. I should have known Dom would set me up for failure. That he’d send me into a fucking trap.

Maybe he thought he’d kill two birds?

He gets rid of me and one of his nemeses in one fell swoop.

Assuming I get a chance to actually kill the guy.

And that is the plan. It’s a cold reality of my life, something I’ve never come to like, unlike some of the guys I came up with. But it is necessary.

As long as I get to talk to the bastard first.

I need to see why Dom wants him dead. Because Falco, Dom’s contact, was cagey, ill-informed.

Not to mention high as a fucking kite. Can’t stand tweakers. Can’t trust them.

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