We drove through Via Adige, past Borgo Mestre to Via Brenta all the way through Via dei Gredi, via Livenza and Treviso Mare cutting into Silea. All the time making quick maneuvers through the streets, avoiding innocent civilians that may or may not have found themselves on the streets at the time we passed. it was incredible- the chase. We knew for sure that if we did not lose them quickly enough, it would be a lot worse than it was. "Lose them Raspa, lose them," we had had our fun, the bullets were now flying through and into our car and that told you a little about the kind of men that we were dealing with. What sort of men would shoot at a moving car while civilians walked the street?
As we broke into tighter corners, we realized that there had come against us, a fleet of police cars racing towards us, crashing, and shooting on impulse and maybe hitting the innocent while they were at it. I could see the crashes from my side mirror, they crashed into walls, stalls, fences and so on when we entered Silea. It seemed now that maybe we had made the wrong move entering there, losing them now seemed like we had invited more police vehicles to the party. They waited, blocking streets, and shooting rapidly at us. They must have had pretty lousy aim not to be able to hit neither me nor Raspadori. Pretty lousy aim I tell you. The corners got tighter, sometimes maybe too tight for cars to pass, but we pushed through anyways, it was now a life-or-death situation, because no matter how fast we drove, there seemed to be a handful of police vehicles waiting somewhere for us. The corners got tighter, the bullets now hit our car, harder, the more. A loud sound goes off, it must have been the tire bursting on crashing against the harder rocks on the Silean grounds where we drove, as a slight ramp carried us into the air. Mid way in the air came spewing blood from Raspadori. They must have got him. They must have got him bad now. He was not moving. It was probably the slowest I had ever moved- midair. It was silent and just and bitter but true. By the time we crashed, I looked to my right, Raspadori, his lifeless eyes blank and wide open like he was in shock, staring at me. We must have flipped.
I could barely hear anything, could barely move, but I needed to get out of that car, so I tried. People soon gathered and I started counting the seconds to when they (the police) would get there. We must have gone a little further after he was shot. I managed to get out with the help of those people. As I opened my eyes, an officer stood over me with his gun pointed at me, and a loud bang followed.
WHO IS GABRIELLA?
POV ACE VICENTE
I consider myself a happy man in all ramifications of life, whatever I do comes with consequences, and I know that, I handle that well and, in the end, I make sure that I spread happiness for myself, and everyone involved. Well unless you are the bad guy in the story then I feel nothing for you, not even indifference.
What I have created over the years is a family, a well-trained family that can take on the world and its enemies and, in that time, I have developed a reputation of severity, an extreme consciousness, a personage of both ends. This to me, is simple, because I have a deep hatred for things or people that do not have a stance, people without opinions and decisions. I believe inactions are actions against me, I spit out lukewarm spirits and you see, I can take it, I can take all the hate and all the love, but I cannot take indifference. I have accepted the names, all the names that I have been called are mine and I am exactly what they say I am- a monster. In the famous words of Uche Messiah, 'Be what you are'.
He said: through time, the brave has taken happiness by the neck, even in the darkness as it fades too soon. There are no off days to this deliverance, it is a fight to the death, and afterwards, oblivion. If you want to be happy, be what you are. The question who, is a lie, the question what, is the truth strapped to colonies of bees and at the end when the sting hurts no more, and you are comfortably numb. Honey. though there be dangers, if you want to be happy, be what you are. Sometimes, the open bends the recluse and closed doors may shun extroverts, but it is the delivery that counts. If you ever want to be happy, be what you are."
I am the monster of Venice, "portatore di morte"- the bringer of death.
My transaction with the Irish seems to have brought trouble once again to my door mouth, the entire city, the government, the police, are all against me and I may have lost some of my best men. As I sit here, plotting my next move, it seems to me that one of my million choices could have been to have neglected the decoy missions and handled the transaction quietly. But who am I to say that it would not have gone wrong in the end?