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“Where the fuck is Gaetano?!” I shouted as I pulled out my gun. Rage overtook my body, and I unleashed a torrent of bullets on anyone who dared to enter my line of sight.
Projectiles were flying from all directions, my men seeking cover and returning fire whenever they could. I joined the chaotic symphony of gunfire while scanning the room.
Gaetano was nowhere to be seen. The blackout was his cue to slip out.
“Damiano, cover me!” Lorenzo shot up, and I swiftly drew my second gun, unleashing a barrage of bullets to divert attention.
My shots created a momentary distraction, and it was enough for Lorenzo to get far enough into the hallway as he moved closely along the wall.
I stopped, giving them time for them to reappear. Just as one of them edged into view, Lorenzo lunged, slamming him mercilessly to the ground. The second one emerged moments later, and I shot him before he could reach Lorenzo.
I sprinted toward the room where Dario was stationed with Lorenzo hot on my heels. I tried to get in touch with any of my men who were positioned on this end, but was met with silence.
“Fuck.” I came to an abrupt stop at the doorway at the sight of Dario sprawled on the floor with his throat slit. “Check the rooms.” I told Lorenzo, my frustration and anger boiling over as I kicked open doors in the next room.
My heart was pounding as I rushed from room to room, shouting in pure frustration and anger when I found my men lying on the floor.
All dead.
And my wife was nowhere to be seen.
“Damiano!”
I sprinted back to Lorenzo’s position, finding him kneeling beside Raffaele, who lay unconscious with a pool of blood around his head.
“He’s alive.” Lorenzo informed me once he confirmed his condition.
I removed my jacket and applied pressure to the wound on the back of Raffaele’s head. He was supposed to oversee the cameras and control the power, a critical part of our plan, but they had reached him before we could put our strategy into action.
The sound of approaching footsteps made me raise my gun at the door, only to lower it when I saw it was Luca.
“Shit!” Luca exclaimed as he saw Raffaele.
“They couldn’t have gone far –” I halted mid-sentence, sharing a look with Lorenzo. He heard it too. The fireworks had ceased, allowing us to hear the whirring of helicopter rotors.
“Luca, help Raffaele!” I got up in an instant and rushed toward the front lawn. It was the only place close enough to the castle for a helicopter to land.
Lorenzo and I split ways, each racing down a different hall to get to them before it was too late.
The helicopter came into view through the large windows. I stopped running when I saw Gaetano standing next to the helicopter as they loaded an unconscious Cara inside. A snarl of rage escaped me when I saw Althaia fighting against three men to break free of their hold.
“Don’t fucking touch her!” I shot at the window, cracking it before breaking it as I jumped through.
I landed on the ground, rolling to break the fall, not caring about the shards of glass cutting into my skin before I sprang to my feet. The piercing sound of her cries for help pushed me to sprint faster towards her.
“Knock her out already!” Gaetano shouted at them, and one of them pulled out a syringe to sedate her.
“Althaia!” I shouted in desperation.
I couldn’t let this happen.
I refused to let this happen to me again!
“Watch out!” She screamed. I quickly followed her gaze and my eyes landed on Carlos, who had been camouflaged among the trees. I aimed my gun at him and fired.
But it was empty.
The sound of gunfire rang out, and I hit the ground. The wind got knocked out of me and an excruciating burning sensation took over my body. My hand touched the side of my stomach, feeling nothing but blood gushing out of me.
