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"Listen. I want you to go into the vault, the one I showed you before. I need to check something and make sure it's safe. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
They'd done simulations in the past and Solomon knew not to question him on such issues.
His big brown eyes regarded Michele warily for a second before he nodded.
"Is everything alright, daddy?"
"It will be," Michele assured him, ready to face the world if he had to in order to keep the boy safe.
Placing the flashlight and one of his spare phones in the boy's hands, he opened the vault and ushered him inside.
"You know the drill. You don't open it until I tell you it's safe, ok?"
Solomon nodded.
"I love you, daddy," he said in a small voice.
Michele hated that he had to worry him so much, but he'd take the chance if it meant keeping him safe.
"I love you, too, bud. Hang tight, ok?"
Closing the door to the vault, he waited until he heard a light snap, sign that the vault was sealed.
His expression changed immediately as determination swept over his features. He wasted no time in gathering a few guns and plenty of ammo as well as a bulletproof vest. After so long with Nicolo, he knew how to take care of himself. And considering the shit he'd gotten himself in, he couldn't discount anyone coming for his neck.
Holding tightly on to his gun, he stepped towards the door, placing his ear on its cold surface as he simply listened.
At first there was silence. To theuntrainedear it was silence. But as he closed his eyes, zoning in on those pertinent noises, he knew instinctively that someone was moving about the stairwell. Based on the pattern of certain sounds, he was sure it was a rehearsed formation.
Professionals.
He knew instinctively he was the target, and if he managed to hold on until his own men arrived, everything should be fine. More than that, knowing Solomon was safe in the vault gave Michele all the confidence he needed.
He wouldn't let some mercenaries come for his life. Not today, and not if he had something to live for.
Quickly shooting a text to Andreas to let him know the situation, he continued to observe.
Holding his breath, he focused once more on the sounds, detecting an increase in frequency. Almost as if his body knew before his mind, he jumped back just in time to get out of the way as the door was bombed to pieces.
Michele rolled on the floor, assuming his stance and aiming his gun at the men quickly entering the apartment.
He gave them no time to act. Though they were all armed up and armored from head to toe, he had the advantage of his slightly hidden spot as he aimed for the first man's head.
One down.
He did the same with the second. And only when he aimed for the third did they realize where he was hiding, a storm of bullets coming his way.
He dodged, throwing himself on the other side of the sofa while he reloaded his gun.
Damn it, but how many were there?
Raising his head, he saw three more men come inside, and he aimed his gun, pulling the trigger for one of them just ashepulled the trigger on Michele.
It happened so fast he didn't get to dodge the bullet, nabbing him in his right side.
He winced in pain but didn't let it stop him.
Throwing his empty pistol to the side, he grabbed two automatic guns, both fingers on the triggers as he unleashed a destructive force on the unwelcome visitors.
