THE BLOODY NIGHT AT LOMBARDI'S MANSION
Nico clutched his gut, blood seeping through his fingers. He glanced at the two smokin' hot commandos providing overwatch. "Maybe I got a play here..." he muttered through gritted teeth.
Sucking in a ragged breath, Nico let himself crumple backwards - going limp as a corpse. Just gotta sell this death scene...
That's when all hell broke loose. The main doors burst open and out stormed Feliz "The Butcher" Lombardi, his puffy mug turning beet-red as his piggish eyes scanned the carnage.
"MERDA!" The fat bastard blew a gasket when he clocked Nico's motionless form. Flecks of spittle flew as he barked at his goons. "That figlio di puttana tried robbin' me blind! Somebody ventilate that stronzo for me!"
A thug gave Nico's limp body a kick with his toe, weapon leveled at his skull. "Boss, forget about it. Guy's hist'ry, no doubt."
