"Little Lawson, that Dodge Challenger looks kind of familiar!"
"Isn't that the same car that raced with us tonight?"
Lawson instantly recalled the blonde news anchor who looked exactly like Charlize Theron.
Well, having just released some tension, Lawson was currently in his post-nut clarity phase, so his focus was slightly off.
However, Svafa, having just consumed a high-quality protein meal, was incredibly focused.
"Something's wrong! Little Lawson, looks like someone's chasing that Dodge Challenger!"
"Chasing? You mean cops? But I don't hear any sirens!"
Lawson quickly got his answer. Someone suddenly leaned out the window of a Cadillac tailing the Dodge Challenger and opened fire with an Uzi submachine gun.
A drive-by shooting with a submachine gun on a public street was extremely rare, even in America.
The Dodge Challenger's tires weren't solid rubber like the ones on Lawson's Dodge Viper, so they were instantly shredded by the Uzi.
Losing control, the Dodge Challenger swerved wildly and smashed into a telephone pole, completely blocking Lawson's path.
That was seriously annoying.
Svafa looked at Lawson, a faint smile on her face.
"Little Lawson, that car happens to hold a girl you're highly interested in. Want to help out?"
"How do you know I'm interested in her?"
"Course I know. I'm the one who handles your gearshift!"
At that moment, two men in black suits stepped out of the Cadillac. Without even glancing at the Dodge Viper they had just forced to stop, they walked toward the Dodge Challenger, submachine guns raised.
From the looks of it, these two were here to silence them.
"Linsey, take them out!"
Without a second of hesitation, Svafa drew her Beretta 92F, kicked her door open, and took aim at the two men.
Two to the chest, one to the head. Two to the chest, one to the head.
The two men were killed instantly before they could even react.
"Mozambique Drill?"
"Mm-hmm! Didn't expect you to know that one."
Lawson only knew about the Mozambique Drill from a famous action movie, but this was the first time he'd seen someone use it in real life.
Judging by Svafa's marksmanship, she was clearly professionally trained. Not a single wasted bullet, clean and efficient.
Lawson licked his lips. Even though he had a G18, his shooting skills were currently limited to just pulling the trigger since nobody had ever trained him.
Maybe he could have Svafa teach him how to be a real shooter?
After confirming the two men were dead, Svafa walked over to check on the Dodge Challenger.
The sudden crash left both the Black guy and the blonde anchor heavily disoriented.
Seeing Svafa approaching with a gun, Megan looked terrified.
"A-are you here to kill us?"
Svafa rolled her eyes.
"Don't you remember me?"
Only then did Megan and Franklin recognize her.
"It's you!"
By then, Lawson had stepped out of his car and walked over, inspecting the bodies of the two men.
Surprisingly, Lawson found Bonanno family tattoos on both of them.
"Svafa, these guys are with the Bonanno family."
"Bonanno? How did you two end up crossing the Mafia?"
Megan and Franklin had no idea how to answer that. However, the wail of police sirens could already be heard in the distance; someone had likely called it in.
Good thing it was 2 AM and the streets were completely empty, otherwise Lawson and Svafa would be in deep trouble.
"Svafa, let's go! You two, coming with us or what?"
"But our car..."
The front end of Franklin's Dodge Challenger was completely caved in from hitting the telephone pole; it obviously wasn't going anywhere.
And Lawson's Dodge Viper was a classic two-seat coupe, leaving absolutely no room for a third person.
"Then take the Mafia's Cadillac. Unless you'd rather wait to get picked up by the LAPD?"
Megan and Franklin exchanged a look, quickly scrambled out of their wrecked car, and jumped into the Cadillac nearby.
In the end, the Cadillac followed the Dodge Viper away from the scene, leaving only the two bodies behind.
"What did you say? The hit on the Dodge Challenger failed?"
"Yes, Mr. Ricci. The men I sent died at the scene. The Dodge Challenger is totaled against a telephone pole, and they escaped in our Cadillac."
That sent Francis Ricci's blood pressure through the roof.
"Useless! Absolutely useless! What's the point of keeping you idiots around?"
The middle-aged man standing before Francis kept his head down, silently taking the abuse.
Francis cursed him out in a mix of English and Italian for a good while before finally calming down.
"We absolutely cannot let them live! Reach out to our guys in the LAPD. Find out who they are and figure out a way to force them out of hiding!"
"Mr. Ricci, we don't even know what they look like. How are we supposed to find them?"
"Are you retarded? Isn't there a totaled Dodge Challenger sitting right there? How hard is it to track down the owner of a limited-edition classic car? Do I need to send your ass back to Sicily to farm dirt?"
With every question he asked, Francis slapped the middle-aged man across the face, eventually swelling one side of his cheek entirely.
The man didn't dare fight back, just bowing and nodding repeatedly.
"Mr. Ricci, I'll look into it immediately!"
Just as the man turned to leave, Francis suddenly stopped him.
"Hold on!"
"Mr. Ricci, is there something else?"
"Still no word on Vincent Murphy?"
"We haven't located him yet."
"Alberto, whatever you're investigating, nobody else in the family can know about it. Understood?"
"Understood!"
With that, Alberto left the room.
Francis took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, adjusted his suit to restore his sharp, refined look, and walked out.
Unexpectedly, right outside in the hallway, Francis bumped into his beautiful godmother, Sofia Bonanno.
Even dressed in a modest, proper nightgown, Sofia couldn't hide her incredibly hot, alluring figure.
"Godmother Sofia, still awake at this hour?"
Sofia eyed Francis warily.
"You're awake too, aren't you? By the way, was that Alberto just now?"
"Alberto? You must be mistaken! Godmother, since you can't sleep either, care to chat for a bit?"
Sensing that faint, underlying look of greed in his eyes, Sofia immediately refused.
"No need! I'll just have a glass of wine and go back to sleep."
"I see. Is the Godfather asleep?"
A faint, mocking smile crossed Sofia's face.
"Martin always sleeps incredibly well."
Without another word, Sofia turned and walked away, completely ignoring Francis.
Watching Sofia's stunning figure walk away, Francis muttered in a voice only he could hear.
"What a shame. I'm afraid the Godfather will never sleep well again."
(Sofia Bonanno)