| 97 | Skin In The Game

[ D O M I N I C O ]

Fuck my life. I'll smell worse than rotting roadkill soon.

These masked up pricks aren't police. What do they want? Money? Ransom? Do they think my family of criminals still give a shit about me?

Once these gangbangers find out the opposite, they're gonna blow our brains out. Kill us all in broad daylight. I'll bleed to death under those trees, after they drag us out of the car and shoot us in the head one by one on the side of the road.

These assholes won't even bother to cover our bloody corpses. “Mani in alto, compari.” [Hands up, fellas.]

At the command, Fico sighs in the driver's seat and reluctantly takes his hand off the wheel. He slowly raises his palms, glaring at the masked guy standing near the driver's side.

I do the same. I sit perfectly still. Any sudden movements could trigger a bloodbath in mere seconds. I'm trying to look unbothered, but, obviously this isn't anything new for these trigger-happy thugs.

We're gonna be bleeding to o