THE MAFIA'S PRICE
We advanced through the chaos, smoke choking the air, the ground slick with blood and melting snow.
My hands were steady, but my mind kept screaming one thing: Protect the baby. Protect Dante.Then I saw him. A sniper on a rooftop across the street, barrel trained directly on Dante’s back as he moved to cover one of his wounded men.Time slowed. I didn’t think.I raised my Glock and fired.The shot was clean. The sniper jerked backward and fell from the roof.
Dante spun toward me, eyes wide with a mixture of fury and pride. Before he could speak, another burst of gunfire erupted from the left.This time, the bullets found their mark. Dante staggered. A dark bloom of blood appeared high on his che