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Chapter Seven

The little gun had been the last gift Carlos had given to her, it was an antique but in perfect working order and just as deadly as any ‘normal’ sized gun. He had made her practise and practise until she knew how to take it apart and put it back together, and she had known how close she needed to be to make it deadly effective.

Franco, Rocky and Mario looked up as Paolo entered the room, he strode across to them and each of them hugged him,

‘My condolences my friend’

Franco whispered straightening his black tie, it was four hours since the death of Don Giovanni and the ‘mess’ had been cleared up. The woman had been thrown into a lime pit, her body quickly covered and set into a concrete block. She would never be found and no one could point the finger back to them. Giovanni was lying in a coffin in another part of the big house with people already filing past and paying their respects. Paolo was his half-brother and had moved quickly to take the position of power, Giovanni’s Son, Dant
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