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.

“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.