Vincent and Victor exchanged a tense look just as Dante let out a broken, bitter laugh, blood smeared across his lips.
"Who's laughing now?" he taunted, trying to push himself up from the ground.
Victor caught him by the collar before he could fully stand and drove the barrel of his gun against his skull.
"We are. You're our ticket out of this mess."
Dante spat blood onto his cheek. "Fuck you, coward. Finish our duel."
Victor tightened his grip around Dante's throat, his voice low and flat. "Try that again and I'll put a hole through your head."
Sirens echoed in the distance and grew louder until police cars slid to a stop at the mouth of the alley.
Doors flew open and officers moved into cover behind their vehicles, rifles raised and aimed at them.
"Drop the weapons! Keep your positions!" one of them ordered.
Neither Vincent nor Victor flinched. Having guns aimed at them was routine. Being hunted was practically part of their schedule.
