Marcello

I almost died. Again.

This time was different, however. The other attempts on my life had been sloppy, easily avoided. Except for the car bomb, I saw them coming.

The sniper caught me by surprise. I hadn’t expected a coordinated attack to facilitate Marco's escape. I suppose I should have—he knew it was me or him, that one of us would end up dead—but I’d been shot on the street like a foot soldier. In front of my girl.

What had I been thinking?

What if she had been the target instead? It is Federico who planned this shit and he still hasn't got over his list for the...