Crossfire

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1925

Police sirens sounded in the distance.

"Vic! Victor!"

Gunfire.

Screaming and yelling.

"Vic!"

Sirens drawing nearer and nearer.

He heard none of it.

Victor ran and fought his way across the street. It didn't matter that the Marchetti's were on the other side.

"Vic!"

The only thing that mattered was getting to Graziella.

"Get him and let's go!"

No, Not without her!

Sirens, blaring, echoed off the buildings.

Hands were on him. "Vic! We have to go!"

No. he pushed forward, reaching for Graziella lying motionless. Blood —her blood— pooling fast around her.

"You, stay away from her!" The Marchetti gang member Sorento yelled.

"Grab him and go!"

"No!" Two of his boys had him in their arms. "No! Graziella!" He fought to no avail. "That's my wife! That's my wife!"

"She's gone, Vic!"

"GRAZIELLA!" he pushed and fought as he was hauled further and further away. "Let go! she's my wife! She's my—!"

His world went black.

"Sorry Vic, We gotta get you outta here."

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