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I mutter, “What the—?”

“Irish,” Ricardo says, pointing at the safe house through the windshield The building is to the right, and it’s swar all-black outfits, their hands nervously gripping their belts where their guns are hidden from the public

I inize me if they see me I’m sure Molly and Frank showed a picture of me to each and every one of their

“It’s overrun,” Mario adds, blinking at the scene a couple of times

Irish pour out of the building like they’re tearing it down fro unscathed But none of thefor one thing and one thing only: Me

“Where do we go now?” Mariodefeated

“FUCK!” Ricardo yells, and he sla wheel hard “This was our last shot”

Biting my lip, I ruminate on it for a few seconds

“No, it wasn’t”

Both olden ticket

Mario raises his brow “Is it safe?”

I shrug “Only one way to find out”

Ricardo sighs and shifts the car into reverse “I’ as we’re out of here”

“There!” I say, pointing at the building to the left

Ricardo parks the car on the opposite side of the street and checks the neighborhood before stepping out of the car Before I can do the same, he’s already opened my door

“You don’t have to do that,” I say

“Yes, I do,” Ricardo responds, bringing a blush to my face

I guess Marcello told hi

When Mario gets out of the car, he clears his throat, staring up at the building on the other side of the street “A church?”

I nod and smile “C’mon, there’s a back entrance”