Nico's eyes flashed open, pupils dilating as searing agony lanced through his battered frame. "Fuckin' Christ..." he rasped, teeth clenched against the molten fury roiling in his gut.
That obese piezz'a merda Lombardi was gonna bleed for this beat down - and so much more besides.
A cruel grin tugged at Nico's split lips as he pictured it: Slicing through Lombardi's key enforcers like a scythe through wheat. Dismantling that tub-of-lard's rackets and territory piece by piece until the delusional prick finally realized his entire sadistic empire was crumbling from the inside out.
Oh, he could almost taste the bestial terror that would contort Lombardi's puffy mug when Nico's strike team breached the walls. Envision the confusion clouding those beady pig-eyes as the once-feared kingpin realized the jig was up at last.
