Mafia Kings: Adriano: Dark Mafia Romance Series #2

I heard the chatter of the Uzi over the roaring wind and I shrieked.

The Mercedes wasn’t deterred, though.

In fact, it came closer.

Suddenly there was a click as the Uzi ran out of bullets.

At that precise moment, the Mercedes drove right up behind us –

Close enough that the headlights were suddenly blocked by the rear of our car.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Without the lights blinding me, I could see the outline of the black car perfectly –

And a figure emerging from the passenger window, his upper body hanging out into the wind.

Adriano.

I could see his face in the red glow of our tail lights.

My heart soared and I nearly cried out with joy.

He’s alive!

I figured the bulky figure behind the wheel must be Massimo.

I couldn’t believe it –

They’re going to save me!

The sandy-haired man dropped down from the sunroof and back inside the car. “SHIT!”

A split-second later, muzzle flashes erupted from the gun in Adriano’s hand.

None of them struck the car –

And I realized he must have been shooting at the sandy-haired man.

“Hold on,” Mezzasalma snarled –

And tapped the brakes.

Our car slowed and the Mercedes rammed into us.

Adriano snapped forward like a rag doll, though he didn’t fall out of the window.

The Mercedes immediately slowed down and backed off.

Mezzasalma grinned, his cold white eye glinting.

“I’ve decided,” he shouted over the wind at the sandy-haired man. “Take out the car.”