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Those ht without fail Their customers expected it, needed it really Cops probably knew about the some low-level dealers, and anyway, they probably weren’t holding it themselves They’d take a custoet their actual drugs That was one way they could avoid getting hit with a heavy charge

“Come on,” I said, and opened h a puddle, and walked to the cars parked along the opposite curb The men didn’t look up and didn’t noticea black suit, my dark hair combed back

Luca joined me without a word He walked behindfrom the opposite direction at the far end of the block I knew that would be Davide and Aldo They had orders to wait until we moved before they approached

My heart beat a steady, calh this shit before But this wastierous and violent Leone Crio Ever since then, I’d been consolidating hborhood, but I was finally ready to expand

I could smell dust and old rain as I slipped between two black cars, one truck and one SUV I hesitated as I got onto the sidewalk and saw glass glittering on the ground in front ofno noise, and walked close to the red brick fronted rowhoets

Three guys were huddled under the tin overhang Water dripped on the ground in front of they jeans leaned back against the shop’s hile another was turned away, a phone to his ear He wore a white polo, khaki pants, and a black hat pulled do The third guy was squatted down, his arround with a bored, vacant expression, and he was the first one to look up

I saw his dark blue eyes as he stood He wore a long black t-shirt and jeans with brown boots He frowned at me and stepped forward, head cocked to one side His hair was a light brown, alns for Coke products and lottery tickets in the s, and the neon Open sign was still glowing

I brought up uy’s head

“What the fu—”

I pulled the trigger and his skull snapped back Blood splattered froore

“Fuck!” the guy in the hoodie screaun but Luca lit hiht into his chest

The last guy spun, his phone dropping to the ground, and reached for so up the front of the store, bullets tearing into the guy’s white polo shirt, blood bloo all across his chest as he was thrown backwards The bodega’s s shattered as stray bullets flew into the building I heard a screauy in the white polo sluround