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I looked down at what I was wearing, all black. My usual attire. I must have picked it up from somewhere.
“So we’re good as is?” I asked.
“Perfect,” Dante answered.
“The question is, how are we going to get inside without being noticed?” Roman looked over his drawing.
Thinking back to how Tony’s associates must have gotten into my place, it gave me an idea.
“Service entrance.” I pointed to it on the map.
“Like where they take out the trash and shit?” Dante asked.
“Exactly. Plus the staff usually go in and out from the service entrances, take smoke breaks, etc.”
“Meaning people are constantly coming and going,” Dante finished my thought.
I nodded as Roman continued looking over the map. Even if they didn’t leave the door propped open like my staff did, there was a chance we could find someone coming and going and just enter along with them.
“And from the service entrance, which is here at the back near the kitchen, we could enter through the back corridors—it’s less likely that Tony will be walking around near there. It’s usually just maids and staff,” Roman said.
“Eventually, to get upstairs, we will have to enter a main corridor, and there will be security, guaranteed,” I said slowly, looking at my brothers.
“And we’ll do what we have to do,” Roman answered gravely.
I sighed. I hated knowing that we might have a fight on our hands, and not with Tony. Taking that asshole down was one thing, but the hired men who likely weren’t involved in kidnapping the girls could become collateral damage.
“I don’t like killing innocent people.”
“The guys standing outside the door where your daughters are being kept are not innocent, Gabe.” Roman stated. “They are likely pretty high in Tony’s network if they’re assigned to guarding the hostages.”
When he put it that way, I knew he was right.
“Still, let’s try to keep the kill count down, if at all possible,” I said.
“Of course,” Dante agreed.
Roman shrugged. “Yeah, of course.”
We went back to planning. I looked down at the map. “Based on the video he sent me, I think I recognize the room, it’s definitely one of the bedrooms upstairs. It was used as a kid’s playroom back when we were young, I remember that big tree out back.”
“I think you’re right,” Dante said.
I had a good feeling I was right. Then again, we hadn’t been in every room of that house, and it had been decades since I stepped foot in the room I was picturing in my head. We often stayed there as kids when Dad got too fucking drunk at their weekly poker games. The wallpaper was different, as was the furniture. But the tree out back that you could see from the window, had not changed.
Roman shot up from the table. “Alright, sounds like we know what we’re doing, where we’re going once inside.”
I looked down again at the paper. Once inside, we could get to the back stairwell, go up that way and enter the main corridor to the room we suspected the girls were in. If we were wrong about any of it, or if we ran into someone who figured us out, we were in trouble.
Were we ready? Would we ever be ready? Probably not. But I trusted my brothers and myself—we knew what we were doing and were quick to react as necessary. We’d been doing this kind of stuff our entire lives for our dad.
I stood up from the table, and Dante followed.
“We got this,” Dante said, patting me on the back. “This is the kind of shit we’re good at, Gabe. We’re going to get your girls back.”
* * *
I thoughtwe might be waiting a bit in the side yard at the service entrance. I was worried we might look suspicious just standing there since Tony more than likely had cameras all over the place. Thankfully, we weren’t there long when a female staff member stepped outside with a bag of garbage in hand. My brothers and I walked toward the door as if we were supposed to be there. She held the door open for us, but as I started to step inside, she spoke up.
