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—First we are going to verify that David is in Apulia, the girl he was with before has informed me with essential information —Leone clarifies—. Which means that thanks to it we will be able to know if they took him to the residence or took him to the Rinaldi slaughterhouse.
—What slaughterhouse?
Domenico clicks his tongue after taking a big gulp of his drink.
—The Rinaldi residence is quite extensive, as you were told, it could take you a whole day to scale the stone walls to be able to jump, by then they would have already killed you—an evil smile appears on his lips—. The slaughterhouse is a small prison that is inside the residence itself, where they keep their dogs or lackeys, whatever you want to call it. They protect them and then entrust them with a mission and have them go out to kill. Also the famous slaughterhouse is for those people who need to be tortured and kept isolated from people who can interact with them. They do not receive food or drink, they can only chat with the slaves they have in prison and believe me, they will not be good conversations, nor good treatment.
—If the torture ends in death, I assure you that they will be killed as if they were pigs or cows to sell...
"Stop it," Salvatore demands, stopping his two brothers. He feels the cold invade my body, a clear sign of fear. What we will do is make sure of his whereabouts and then devise the plan. We go to Apulia, we analyze a few more points and we attack so we can get David out intact,” he explains sternly without looking at me. While there I want to know more about Alessio, I am sure that he is in the residence because the man knows his slaughterhouse very well, he can escape and from what I understood, neither Massimo nor Alessio want him to come out to take power and that at the first lightning bolt light that touches their face will send them to kill.
We all analyze his every word, I run my trembling fingers over his blood covered knuckles. I imagine everything he must have done to that man, he has wounds, which I caress causing him to tense due to the slight sting that runs through his skin.
"We can do it," I promise. I'm not going to stay in a chair trying to analyze each of his steps and seeing what time they are going to take him out. I want to help.
—Emily...
"Don't negotiate, Salvatore," I glare at him, removing my hand from his. Because you are not going to win, he is my best friend and no matter how much you want to show me with proof that you are capable of fighting for him this time without needing me, you are not going to convince me - I say sternly , I do not hesitate at any time. So give me a little time to train, I won't be as strong as you and I have that quite clear, however, I know that I don't need to have trained as if I were a professional boxer when I can get by with a weapon.
He looks at me for a few moments, trying to end the mental debate he is undergoing.
—You can't think that you will be ahead of the battle, I don't underestimate you, I know that you are capable if you put your mind to it—he clarifies—however, there are important things that we know and they are only learned when you are already in the attack. Good?
—I understand, I have no problem.
—Okay, then we have to put together a whole plan, people are not going to come and take me down and none of us are going to get hurt here —his brothers nod. Dom and Leon, I want all of us to teach Emily what we know so we can take her with a little more experience, she won't be able to learn from this life if she never faces an attack like this in her life, so let's give it a try. the pleasure of me facing it.
—As you say, brother.
They look at me for a few seconds trying to figure out if I can or won't make it. Something that I also wonder about is why I won't be able to rescue him alone, believing that I will be able to defeat thousands of enemies. Maybe my work and contribution will be minimal, but I will be fine with that because, as Salvatore said, there are things that can only be done within the attacks. learn things, they are not going to explain to me with books what an attack is like, how people die and how they defend themselves.
I have to do that alone.
That's why I listen carefully to everything they have planned so that in a few weeks I will have enough to be able to defend myself without going in a metal cage to protect myself. This is my world, for a long time I had said that I would leave the past behind because my life was boring.
My fears continue to haunt me, which, when facing Fabian and everyone else, I don't want them to think that sweet Emily will always need her four warriors because she can't do it alone. I may not be able to do it alone, but I can make a few heads roll if I put myself in the mindset and prepare to show them a different answer than what they have about me and what I'm capable of.
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The atmosphere was tense most of the day, I allowed myself to train at night with Tamara because it was just what I needed to get myself mentally focused on what is about to happen. The next day I prepare some activities with Trixi, although it is not the best day to do it because it is Sunday, I make her distract herself and have other types of activities during the day.
When I'm done we pick up everything, letting her run off so she can show Leone her work. I finish analyzing the following topics that can help her a lot in the following months, she is very intelligent and despite being here she deserves to have a good development like the girl she is. It is good to recognize Leone that he is doing a good job, he does not stop teaching him, showing him the things of life as best he can and being different from everything I have been told about his father.
I organize my things and Domenico appears on my radar, it is the first session and although I have no idea how long it will take to get my friend back, I must be patient. They can leave on planes so they can arrive right now and kill everyone, but that would involve a lot of risk, which I am not willing to take because I know that in the event of an outburst I could lose David.
He does not deserve to die for my problems, for the world that grabbed me with its sharp claws and brought me to this face of humanity.
We go out to the patio where there are already several sandbags stacked in different ways and at different distances. On a metal table he displays the countless knives he has, his own, the usual one, which he unsheathes from his pants so he can play with it between his fingers.
—How do you know so much about knives?
"You know my story, they've told it to you," I flinch. A whole week cutting pigeon necks, for that I needed a knife because I wasn't going to do it using my fingers, I was too small to achieve that —he explains looking at the sandbags—. I am the one who has the best knife handling and the best aim, adding that in that week of torture Dante taught me which parts of the body to mutilate, cut to bleed or just to keep in mind if I wanted to kill someone.
He hands me a thin knife, nothing heavy like the one he has in his hands, which even has a rough black handle. The knife shines, opens and closes it, leaving it inside its case integrated with the knife itself. It's as if it were one of those knives that you open and close whenever you need it.
—Those sacks are going to appear to be people, those you have to kill, but your shots now are only going to make you hit them and at some point I will tell you where to shoot to make them bleed or to kill them in a matter of seconds.
—I don't think I have good aim.
