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ZARA

"What do you wanna do, Boss?" Antonio asked Marcello, taking steps closer towards him. "How should we deal with this?"

"First of all..." Marcello snarled, "You are not doing anything."

I let out a terrified, blood-curdling scream, clapping my hands to my face in horror, as I watched Marcello shoot Antonio dead to the floor.

He shot his own man.

A man that worked under him.

For him.

Marcello took slow steps towards Antonio's body, which was bleeding out on the floor. The bullet had gone straight through his neck, causing his head to lull backwards, with a betrayed, confused expression written on his face, as he struggled for air.

"That's for the way you were looking at my soon-to-be wife, you piece of shit," Marcello snarled psychotically, his pupils dilating with murder in his eyes, as he cocked his head to the side. "You were good use while it lasted. But she's mine. Mine to look at, mine to touch, mine to torture..." 

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