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The brothers ran across the hall to their father’s bedroom, where their weapons were stashed. Lorenzo quickly grabbed his favorite gun, a Beretta 92FS, and checked it to make sure it was loaded and ready to go. He didn’t have time to check the other guns, but Alessandro was already doing that.
Just then, the bedroom door swung open and their father, Matteo, strode in. He was carrying a shotgun and had a pistol tucked into his belt.
“We don’t have much time,” he said gruffly.“Grab all the weapons you can and let’s go.”
The men quickly grabbed all the weapons they could carry and ran out into the hall. Bullets flew past them as they ran, and Lorenzo was sure he felt one whiz past his ear. He ducked, pressing himself against the wall, and Alessandro followed his lead.
Once they were out of the line of fire, Lorenzo looked around. He had to make a decision: which way should he go? He wanted to get back to his bedroom, to make sure Mia was safe, but he knew that was impossible. Her betrayal still stung, but he still loved her and wanted to protect her.
He glanced over at his father and brother.
“We should split up,” he said, his voice firm.“I’ll go down this way and you two go the other.”
They all nodded, and Lorenzo set off down the hallway, gun in hand. He had only gone a few steps when he heard the sound of gunfire coming from the direction of his bedroom. He froze in fear.
He couldn’t just leave her there.
He’d seen her leave the house, and seen her get into the car from his bedroom window. He knew what that meant, when a woman left in the middle of the night to talk to a man in a dark sedan.
That was FBI.
But she’d come back. She didn’t have to do that. She could have let them all be slaughtered in their sleep.
He stared back at the bedroom.
***
Mia was trembling with fear as she crawled under the bed, hearing the sound of heavy boots pounding up the stairs and down the hallway. She felt completely helpless and exposed, certain that the gunmen were coming for her. Every muscle in her body tensed as they got closer and closer.
Mia held her breath, her heart racing. She knew that if they found her, she was done for. After what felt like an eternity, she heard the door open and the sound of a gunman entering the room.
He stood there, and she could hear his heavy breathing. He looked around, turned around.
Mia hoped she was hidden enough. She just needed to get out of the house —
Suddenly she felt a hand grab her leg and pull her out from under the bed. She screamed, her terror now at its peak. She thought this was it, she was going to die.
But then, something inside her snapped into action. She remembered her FBI training and before she knew it, she had kicked the man's legs out from under him. He tumbled to the ground, and Mia jumped to her feet. She quickly scrambled to the other side of the room, putting some distance between them.
The man got up and charged at her, but she was ready for him. She dodged his punches and managed to get a grip on his gun. He tried to grab it back, but Mia was too quick. With a surge of adrenaline, she wrenched it from his hands and shot him point-blank. He fell to the ground, and Mia stood there, trembling and breathing heavily.
At that moment, the door flew open and Lorenzo came crashing into the room. His eyes widened in shock when he saw Mia standing there, gun in hand, and the corpse on the floor.
Mia cocked the gun and stood facing Lorenzo.
“Let’s go take care of these assholes,” she said.
Lorenzo smiled, as much as she knew he didn’t want to.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
***
They ran downstairs together, covering each other’s back.
Lorenzo shot to the left, Mia to the right. They were both excellent shots.
Each time a Monatto would move, they took him down.
