I put my foot against his chest to stop him. He freezes. I check Dmitri’s gun, and I’m happy to find a full round of bullets. I only wish I had more time.

Lucien tries to pull away when I crouch down. “Who the fuck is it?” he screams.

“It’s Amadeo Del Campo. Hannah’s big brother,” I tell him. No need to keep him in the dark. Although I guess he’ll live the remaining few minutes of his life in the dark. “You look disgusting, you know that?”

“What do you want?”

“What do you think I want?” I ask as I hear the screech of the first of the SUVs of the convoy arriving.

“They’re here! They’re here, you fucking bastard!”

“I would watch what you call me right about now,” I say, putting the barrel of the pistol to where his tiny cock is and pulling the trigger.

Lucien screams, and it’s fucking music to my ears.

“That was for Hannah. This next one is for my dad,” I say, hearing footsteps charging into the building. I put the barrel on his right knee and pull the trigger, then bring it to his left knee as Lucien sobs and screams. “This will be for my mom.” I blow out his other knee. By now, given the state he’s in, he should be begging for death.

“Please. Please. Fuck. Please.”

“I’m short on time, so I’m going to have to make the last one good. It’ll be for the rest of us. Vittoria. Her mother. My brother. Me. Even little Emma.” I point at his stomach, which will be the most painful and slowest way for him to go. I pull the trigger just as the door is knocked down. Men descend upon me, throwing me facedown to the ground, kicking the gun from my hand before slapping handcuffs on my wrists and hauling me to my feet.

“Well, well,” my old enemy, Chief Inspector Greco says. “Mr. Caballero.”

“Chief Greco, good to see you, as always.”

Greco signals to one of his men who delivers a punch to my gut that would have me doubling over if it wasn’t for the two holding me upright.

“It’s never good to see you. What’s this?” He looks down at Lucien, who is bleeding out and begging for help. “What a mess,” he says. “That’s two you’ve killed today, is that right?”

Lucien stills. “No! No! You said… I called it in! You… Help me! Fucking help me!”

“Busy day, or is that normal?” Greco asks me calmly.

I grin. “Slow, actually.”

“Where’s the Russian?”

“Who?”

He shakes his head, and I smile. It’s a good day. “I’ll see you in prison,” he says close to my ear. “I have good friends there.”