Mafia Kings: Adriano: Chapter 89
“We got a shooter,” I snarled.
“I see him,” Massimo said.
A guy had appeared out of the sunroof on the Rolls.
In his hands was an Uzi –
Which he started firing at us.
The muzzle flashes lit up against the dark sky –
And bullets slammed into the windshield and hood of our car.
Ping ping ping ping ping!
The windshield cracked but didn’t break.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.
“FUCK,” Massimo swore, but he stayed the course.
I suddenly realized we were gaining on the Rolls at a faster rate.
Having the sunroof retracted must have made the car less aerodynamic and slowed it down.
“Get as close as you can,” I said. “Bumper to bumper if possible. When he reloads, I’ll open my window and try to hit him.”
“You got it,” Massimo muttered as he edged the car forward.