Chapter 57

(Filippo Valentini)

Before the motherfucker can squeeze the trigger one more time, I squeeze faster, hitting the shot in his hand causing him to drop the gun. He screams at the sight of his own blood and tries to run, but I gladly make him stop hitting him with a shot in each thigh. The bastard falls face down on the ground, his agonizing screams are like a melody to me. I approach him and pull the trigger one more time, I hit him right in the middle of his spine making him scream and squirm even more on the floor, this motherfucker will never be able to move his legs again.

“Take him away, later I'll finish the job,” I tell the security guards, who have only just come in here.

“Yes sir.” They answer together, I control myself not to shoot each of them in the head.

I run to the altar, where Matteo lies unconscious on the floor, feeling my heart stop for a few moments as I see the pool of blood rising beneath him. Our mother holds his head as he screams and cries, begging God not to ta