Chapter Fifty-Four: Staff Quaters

Christopher D’Amico

"Spare me."

It took three hours to track Alessio and four hours to corner him like this.

Yet this was the nonsense he was spewing?

"No."

Christopher answered.

The gun in his hand had no more bullets, so he hit the back of Alessio's head, causing him to fall to the ground. Of course, Alessio didn't come easily, so the blood he tasted from his lips was his.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t leave a mark, but even if it did, the wound was inside his mouth, so Elizabeth would not see it.

Still, it didn't matter.

Everything would end today, and he could head back to Italy to find another man to take his position.

Positions in the mafia could only be replaced through death; there was no such thing as a fair trial, only retirement, that was hard-earned.

Alessio held his head at the point of impact as if he thought his skull had shattered. There was blood coming from his head, but Christopher heard nothing crack, at least not yet.

Still, there was little he could do to guarantee the