bullet shells clattered on the ground as dante discarded them, jamming another cartridge into his gun and firing. gunshots filled the air as he ducked behind a pillar, narrowly avoiding a hit to the shoulder.

a mafioso from the giovanni famiglia fired back at him. he caught a glimpse of luca's blond hair as he dove for cover, reloading. he was bleeding from where the bullet had grazed his cheek.

"dante!" nicolò shouted. his head snapped up, and he caught a box of ammo as the other man threw it to him.

he'd lost track of isaia a little while ago now. he knew he'd be okay. the man was surprisingly good in situations like this one. dante glanced over, watching as astor pressed a strip of cloth to dimitri's shoulder. the fabric instantly blossomed with red.

he peered back into the haze of gunfire, watching as some of the soldiers fought with giovanni minions. he raised his gun, firing another round. this was a mess. it was all a mess.