Marco closed the door behind him and started walking toward the other vehicle, gun hidden in his jacket.
When he reached the driver's side, he tapped lightly on the window. The driver slowly rolled it down.
Marco leaned slightly. He offered a small smile. "I don't like being followed," he said calmly.
The driver swallowed, his hands tightening slightly on the wheel.
"Out of respect for Mrs. Genovese," he continued, "I will not shoot you in the head. Anyone I see tailing me once again," Marco added, "I'm going to put a bullet straight through them. Is that understood?" he finished.
The driver nodded quickly. "Yes… yes, sir."
Marco held his gaze for one second longer—just enough to make sure the message had truly landed—before straightening and stepping back from the car. He turned without another word, and made his way back to his own vehicle.
Once inside, he shut the door quietly and placed the gun back into the glove compartment.
