The restaurant became a bloody mess. With about ten lifeless bodies on the floor, the once lively celebration turned into a horror scene.
The older women wailed, seeing the sight in front of them. Thankfully, some men from the De Luca family got to them in time and brought them to safety behind the counter where bullets weren't able to go through.
"Gael…" Giovanni grimaced as he crawled towards his nephew several feet away.
Gael had his hand on the side of his torso where he was shot, but he had no energy that covering his wound with his weak hand didn't help at all. His breathing became shallow and the color on his face was draining.
His sister, Gabriella, and his grandmother were crying next to him, unsure of what to do.
"No, no, no… Gael!" Giovanni made it to his side, wincing in pain as he held his arm.
"Zio! You're bleeding too!" Gabriella whimpered. She panicked even more, her hands trembling as they were suspended in the air.
