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In a split second, my leg shoots out, my foot connecting with Fiero's hand in one swift, precise movement. The gun flies from his grip, spinning through the air. The look of shock on Fiero's face is almost comical, but now is not the time to appreciate the humor.
"Alvize!" As I call out, Alvize springs into action with cat-like reflexes, diving toward the ground and snatching Fiero's gun before it can hit the floor. His fingers close around the weapon. For the moment, we are safe, and Fiero is disarmed. The sudden shift in power is palpable, as men all around the room stand down.
"Still a bastard," Fiero snarls, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Let’s move!" I bark, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"Boss, this way!" Alvize shouts over the cacophony of gunfire and explosions that echo around us. We make a hasty escape, our footsteps pounding against the concrete as we reach outside.
I glance back for a fleeting moment, catching sight of Fiero's enraged expression as he disappears from view. There's no time to dwell on what just happened; everything now hinges on acting quickly.
"Franco!" I call out, hoping he's managed to remain hidden amidst the chaos.
"This way, boss!" Franco's voice cuts through the noise, guiding us to my sleek, black, bulletproof waiting car.
"Get in!" Franco urges, his eyes wide with fear, as he opens the door for Alvize and me and rushes into the driver’s seat.
"Drive!" I command, slamming the door shut once we're both safely inside. The tires screech beneath us as we take off.
"Where to?" Franco asks, navigating the streets with skill and a firm grip on the wheel.
We have to find them before it's too late and time is running out fast. “Where are they?”
Franco doesn’t need me to tell him whom I speak of. “I’m waiting on intel,” Franco explains.
“Intel?”
“We hacked into the CCTV feed at Fiero’s. The man and his daughter ran off the compound, stole a car and drove off. We got the number plate down, and our guys are working on tracing it.”
“Those fools,” I scream, banging my fist into the dashboard in front of me. “I’m going to kill them. Bloody kill them, you hear me?”
I grip the door handle to keep my hands from breaking something. We weave through the narrow streets of Rome, the city's ancient structures blurring past us, with nowhere to go as of now. Helpless, that’s what I feel. It’s a feeling I’ve only had once as a child.
Since then, I’ve done everything, everything in my power to be in control. By taking the diamond, those two scam artists have managed to wrench away my control from me. For that, I will make you pay…
Franco’s phone rings. He puts it on speaker.
"Boss, we got a lead," one of my men reports hastily. "Romola and Agostino were last seen at Via del Moro. I’ve sent a picture of their vehicle, and they’re on a one-way street that looks to be the route to the airport."
The words register in my ears. The airport. They're trying to escape. And they have my diamond. I can't let that happen.
"Franco, head towards Via del Moro," I instruct. "We must catch them before they reach the airport."
The car speeds up, the tires screeching against the pavement as we race towards our destination. My mind is racing, too, frantically trying to figure out how this could have happened. How could they—a simple, young woman and an aging, ailing father—steal the diamond from me?
"Agostino, you're playing a dangerous game," I mutter, my grip tightening on the door handle. "You've crossed the line. This will not end well for you."
If they disappear into the shadows… I clench my jaw.
Franco’s foot presses down on the pedal, and I begin to load my guns. “Load yours,” I nod to Alvize, who sits in the back.
As we approach Via del Moro, my pulse quickens, and I find myself holding my breath, anticipating our quarry's possible escape routes. Suddenly, the speaker springs back to life.
"Boss, they're on the move! The traffic jam they were caught in seems to have cleared up," my man exclaims, his voice strained. "They just turned east onto Via della Lungara!"
I look at Franco next to me. "Step on it; we can't lose them!"
"Copy that!" Franco swerves the car onto Via della Lungara, the tires spinning as we hone in on our targets.
