Gio was the one who took him to the ground as bullets peppered the red brick of the building behind him, and pinged off the metal door. Gabriel barely managed to catch himself what with Gio's jaw clamped tightly around his fucking wrist. The smart part of his brain that still seemed to work at a bad time remembered to cover his head, but the pain in his shoulder made the action torture. His arm screamed in pain, but he didn't dare lift his head. The bullets kept flying. His Lexus' alarm went off. Glass shattered somewhere. He didn't even wonder who had done this, or why they would target him. He bet those bastards knew he was around the second he drove onto their territory just like they always knew when someone was in their areas.
Fucking Morretti's.
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