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assassin, Gina swiftly
followed with a second smash to the girl’s face. The pitcher
cracked while the teenager’s jawbone visibly detached from her
skull.
“You dirty little whorebag!” Gia bellowed as
she swung the pitcher at the girl’s face one final time, sending
her now lifeless body sprawling several feet from Gino’s faltering
grip. The girl’s corpse slammed onto the floor as torrents of blood
spurted from every orifice of her now thoroughly unrecognizable
face.
Acting on pure adrenaline, the now totally
feral Gia hurled the pitcher at the still sitting Vito, who barely
leaped out of his seat before it struck him in the face. She then
pulled the blade from her father’s throat, and hastily put a napkin
to the blood-spurting wound in a desperate attempt to staunch the
bleeding.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held her
beloved father’s barely breathing body close, his great weight
seemingly no obstruction to her surprisingly strong grip. But she
saw the napkin quickly become soaked and break apart under the
fountain of blood, and she knew what the end result would be. But
she continued to deny it all the same.
“Papa, don’t die!” she told him. “Please!
I’m sorry I sassed you before, I love you so much, you were a good
father to me…”
The barely conscious Don looked up at her,
the fire rapidly going out of his eyes. “Remember… all I taught
you, little girl,” he managed to choke out. “I’m proud of you…
always have… been…”
The great Gino Provenzo then expired in the
arms of his daughter as he fully bled out. Forced into accepting
the unacceptable, Gia screamed in protest to the God she was taught
to so devoutly worship. She then turned to the now standing Vito
Gambino with an expression evocative of a wild animal about to
pounce on its prey.
“I’m going to kill you, Vito!” she hollered.
“Bet your stinky little ass you’re going to pay for this! In bloody
spades!”
Within the previous moments, the violent
exchange between the two opposing security forces played out
thusly:
Panaro and the tallest of Vito’s guards
simultaneously reached for their Colt M1911 semi-automatic
firearms. Panaro proved the quicker draw as he blasted a hole
through his opponent’s forehead, shattering his skull and spraying
fragments of gray matter on the floor.
The second of Vito’s guards then drew his
own firearm and managed to blast a shot through Pinaro’s rib cage
before he could react any further. The Killer’s blood-soaked body
fell to the ground in what seemed like horrifying slow motion to
anyone viewing. Fido quickly returned fire on behalf of his fallen
brother-in-arms.
The round fired from the powerful .45 ACP
magazine didn’t hit its mark, however, as the target leaped out of
the line of fire and under a nearby table just in time. He then
overturned the table to use as a makeshift shield as he himself
returned fire. But Fido was similarly determined not to be an easy
target, and leapt behind a nearby counter. The round intended for
him instead blasted an antique clock off the wall.
Fido turned suddenly as he heard Florence
screaming in horror while she quickly headed for the door. He
considered giving a little emotional payback to Don Gambino by
blowing her away, but quickly reconsidered. He knew it was
important to conserve his ammo against the opposition capable of
shooting back, and he presumed that Vito was unlikely to actually
care about her enough to be hurt by her murder. So he allowed her
to run out the door while he went back to exchanging fire with his
main opponent.
Vito’s third guard leapt in front of his
boss, determined to shield him while attempting to take out Gia,
thereby spitefully cutting down the Provenzo Don’s cherished
progeny. But Ira was as quick to defend her as the Gambino guard
was with his boss. The suave Irishman drew his gun and blasted the
would-be executioner in his left arm, causing his shot to go astray
and miss Gia by a
followed with a second smash to the girl’s face. The pitcher
cracked while the teenager’s jawbone visibly detached from her
skull.
“You dirty little whorebag!” Gia bellowed as
she swung the pitcher at the girl’s face one final time, sending
her now lifeless body sprawling several feet from Gino’s faltering
grip. The girl’s corpse slammed onto the floor as torrents of blood
spurted from every orifice of her now thoroughly unrecognizable
face.
Acting on pure adrenaline, the now totally
feral Gia hurled the pitcher at the still sitting Vito, who barely
leaped out of his seat before it struck him in the face. She then
pulled the blade from her father’s throat, and hastily put a napkin
to the blood-spurting wound in a desperate attempt to staunch the
bleeding.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held her
beloved father’s barely breathing body close, his great weight
seemingly no obstruction to her surprisingly strong grip. But she
saw the napkin quickly become soaked and break apart under the
fountain of blood, and she knew what the end result would be. But
she continued to deny it all the same.
“Papa, don’t die!” she told him. “Please!
I’m sorry I sassed you before, I love you so much, you were a good
father to me…”
The barely conscious Don looked up at her,
the fire rapidly going out of his eyes. “Remember… all I taught
you, little girl,” he managed to choke out. “I’m proud of you…
always have… been…”
The great Gino Provenzo then expired in the
arms of his daughter as he fully bled out. Forced into accepting
the unacceptable, Gia screamed in protest to the God she was taught
to so devoutly worship. She then turned to the now standing Vito
Gambino with an expression evocative of a wild animal about to
pounce on its prey.
“I’m going to kill you, Vito!” she hollered.
“Bet your stinky little ass you’re going to pay for this! In bloody
spades!”
Within the previous moments, the violent
exchange between the two opposing security forces played out
thusly:
Panaro and the tallest of Vito’s guards
simultaneously reached for their Colt M1911 semi-automatic
firearms. Panaro proved the quicker draw as he blasted a hole
through his opponent’s forehead, shattering his skull and spraying
fragments of gray matter on the floor.
The second of Vito’s guards then drew his
own firearm and managed to blast a shot through Pinaro’s rib cage
before he could react any further. The Killer’s blood-soaked body
fell to the ground in what seemed like horrifying slow motion to
anyone viewing. Fido quickly returned fire on behalf of his fallen
brother-in-arms.
The round fired from the powerful .45 ACP
magazine didn’t hit its mark, however, as the target leaped out of
the line of fire and under a nearby table just in time. He then
overturned the table to use as a makeshift shield as he himself
returned fire. But Fido was similarly determined not to be an easy
target, and leapt behind a nearby counter. The round intended for
him instead blasted an antique clock off the wall.
Fido turned suddenly as he heard Florence
screaming in horror while she quickly headed for the door. He
considered giving a little emotional payback to Don Gambino by
blowing her away, but quickly reconsidered. He knew it was
important to conserve his ammo against the opposition capable of
shooting back, and he presumed that Vito was unlikely to actually
care about her enough to be hurt by her murder. So he allowed her
to run out the door while he went back to exchanging fire with his
main opponent.
Vito’s third guard leapt in front of his
boss, determined to shield him while attempting to take out Gia,
thereby spitefully cutting down the Provenzo Don’s cherished
progeny. But Ira was as quick to defend her as the Gambino guard
was with his boss. The suave Irishman drew his gun and blasted the
would-be executioner in his left arm, causing his shot to go astray
and miss Gia by a
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