12/26/22
Ciao,
Regarding your business proposal you briefly mentioned, I am interested to here more about it. Let me know a time that works and you can stop by the manor.
Cesare Di-
"DiCenzo." A raspy voice said with a strong accent.
He paused and continued to stare at his unfinished telegram. He felt something against his lower back.
"Turn around." The voice said.
He tensed up stood there for a moment, he wondered if his hand could move fast enough to grab his gun when he turned around. It would probably be too late, this person was way to close to him already.
"Adesso!" The man yelled again tighting in this grip on the gun. He immediately recognized the foreign language. He sighed and carefully put the paper down on the telegram desk. Moving very slowly, he turned to face the man. To his surprise there was another man to his right, also pointing a gun.
They were both dressed in black coats and pants with a black tie and flat hat.
"You are DiCenzo, si?" The man said with a mean look on his face.
He furrowed his brows and stared at the man. "Nope. Wrong guy." He spat.
The man to his right stepped behind him and nudged him forward. Keeping the gun pointed at his back. He turned his head to face the telegram booth and looked at the paper that sat on the desk.
"Cesare. Cesare DiCenzo." He slowly read aloud and faced them again.
The man in front of him smirked. "Si, we know you. Your famiglia killed Don Valentino." He spat.
"You still have the girl too." The other man said behind him.
Valentinos. Or course. These damn people are like roaches they never die and just keep multiplying. He thought as he continued to stare at the man.
There was no way he could make a move for his gun now that there was two. His heart was racing as he anticipated for what these guys would do.
"She will soon be with her true famiglia, and yours will all be killed." The man said in his thick Italian accent.
"The Valentinos, send their regards." He said then immediately firing his snub nosed revolver. The second man also fired his revolver right into the other's back.
His hand only brushed passed his holstered gun as he didn't have time to grab it. He fell onto the snowy stone ground. The white brick quickly being soaked in red. He layed there shocked at how fast that happened. He thought he should have tried to grab his gun while they were talking. The two tucked their guns in their coats and called for horses, riding south quickly.
He instantly felt foolish, being in this situation. Even though the war with the Basstards ended a week ago, and the family was having some down time. They still had other enemies out there.
He felt his body panicking as his heart raced sporadically and his ears rang. It was hard to breathe as his chest and back felt as if it was on fire.
The city and telegram station never felt more quiet as he layed on the side of the road.
Someone started to approach on a horse. Hearing the gunshots they slowly came around the corner. They raised a brow as they saw a body lying on the ground. Getting closer trying to identify the person their eyes widened.
"Cesare?!" A familiar Australian voice yelled. He surveyed the area looking for any context of what happened. He jumped off his horse and ran to the other.
His brows furrowed at all the blood that painted the snow. "Cesare? What the fuck happened?!" He yelled in confusion.
The drowsiness started to take over as his eyes slowly landed on the one being so loud.
"Kid.." He said with a slight smile.
"Yeah it's me! It's your best friend Wallaby!" He said trying to joke slightly.
The kid's expression changed as he saw blood continue to spread everywhere. He swore as he whipped off his tan jacket. He quickly tried to hold pressure on the wounds on his chest.
"This was my favorite jacket, you're gonna own me a new one!" He said
He then looked back to his face and saw his eyes were closed. "Cesare?" He said worryingly. He quickly checked his pulse and found it was very weak.
"Fuck!" He yelled "Shit shit shit!"
He desperately looked to see if there were others around the area but it was still empty. He had to take the risk of transporting because sitting here would get nothing done.
He tied his jacket around him tightly to at least stop the bleeding a little. He took a deep breathe and threw him over his shoulder. He swore at how heavy he was as he stumbled over towards his horse. He put him on the horse and rode down the streets.
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