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"I know We’re here, we’re on it"

"About fucking tied him across the street Carmine resisted at first, but he was too exhausted to put up a fight Vincent took hiainst the wall at his feet

Corrado shook his head "You must not have any sense of self-preservation left"

"Fuckfor"

"And what happens when you die?" Corrado gave hiet her killed You’re in the fold now You need to start thinking like one of us"

Carmine shot his father a panicked look "Whatever, I need to save her, that’s what I need to do" Frazzled, he motioned toward Dean "Who’s this?"

"He’s a friend," Corrado said "Although he’s more of a friend to Nunzio, it seerabbed Dean by the collar "She better not be hurt! What did you do to her?"

"I didn’t do anything to her!" Dean said "I haven’t seen her!"

"What the fuck do youthe boy against the building "You took irl from me, and I want her back!"

"He’s soat Vincent as Carmine kicked Dean in the ribs

"He’ll kill hily forcing hih"

Vincent helped Dean to his feet "Where were you going?"

"Uh, food," he said "I was supposed to get food"

The brush nearby ruffled Carmine and Vincent reached for their weapons as a precaution, but Corrado didn’taround "Giovanni"

"Corrado, Vincent," Giovanni said, strolling up to theain"

Carmine looked at his uncle "How did you knoas his," Corrado said, his attention going back to Dean "If you wantto walk inside and say you were jus stole your ered away as the four men positioned theun out as Car from him intense "You’re pissed at me, aren’t you? I had to do it I needed to find her I need her to be okay"

"I don’t see how throwing your life away helps anything, but now isn’t the ti on what his son did would get hio in here and end this, and no matter e find, we’ll deal with it"

Within a uely familiar Russian un as Corrado and Giovanni ducked inside the building, but Vincent was faster Ai, Vincent fired off a round that hit him square between the eyes The back of his head exploded, blood splattering, and he slarabbed the door and slipped inside, ed flying bullets, the sound of most of the noiseto the side in the flurry of gunfire

Corrado stood by the front door, firing at a cowering Ivan, while Squint hid behind a table a few feet away, loading a gun Vincent fired a few shots as Squint finished and pointed his weapon to fire back Vincent’s first two bullets barely missed as he shielded hiasp escaped his ht Vincent’s attention as a bullet whizzed right by hi a wounded Squint barely enough tiet the upper hand He fired off soh Vincent’s left shoulder as h his upper body as his son screaht arrabbed his gun as Vincent swung back around to Squint

He had shot his son

Firing quickly, Vincent took a few steps toward Squint, his vision narroith the flash of the gun barrel as he pumped bullet after bullet into hi his heart Horrid gasps tore froled to breathe

Vincent paused over Squint, glaring down at his incapacitated foret ahold of his gun, but the life faded from him Vincent ai not an ounce of fear in Squint’s expression as he stared back Cold and heartless, even down to his last seconds No remorse for what he had done

"Arrivederci," Vincent said

There was a flash of fire in Squint’s eyes at the word as he picked up his gun Vincent fired off rounds in succession, bullets ripping through his skull

Squint’s finger squeezed the trigger as a knee-jerk reaction, and a bullet flew off to the side as his body violently shook Vincent didn’t stop until the gun clicked, leaving the nizable