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"Marco, you see that guy behind the statue?" I ask, pointing to a carved angel shrouded in shadow.
"Say goodbye to him, boss," Marco replies confidently, his finger squeezing the trigger.
The report of his rifle is followed by a pained grunt, and the Drucci mafioso slumps to the ground.
"Nice shot!" I praise him, scanning the perimeter for any more threats.
"Hey, boss. You got three more heading your way," warns Sophia, our eyes in the sky.
Her voice comes through crystal clear over the comms, and I'm grateful for her sharp surveillance skills.
"Understood, Sophia. We'll take care of them," I respond, my eyes narrowing as I spot the trio of enemies approaching our position.
"Antonio, Marco, let's surprise them, shall we?" I suggest, a plan already forming in my mind.
"Sounds good to me," Antonio grins, pulling out a flashbang grenade from his vest. "On your signal, boss."
"Three... two... one... now!" I command, and Antonio expertly lobs the grenade in their direction.
The device detonates with a deafening bang, momentarily blinding and disorienting the Drucci guards.
"Move in!" I order, our team springing into action.
We take advantage of their confusion, rapidly closing the distance and eliminating the stunned enemies with quick, precise shots.
"Area clear, boss," Marco confirms, scanning for any remaining
threats.
"Good job, everyone," I praise them, my chest swelling with pride at their unwavering loyalty and exceptional teamwork.
"Let's keep moving. Rosalie's waiting."
I can feel the tension building as we press forward, every step bringing us closer to Rosalie, and to the inevitable confrontation with Hunter Drucci.
But I know, deep down in my bones, that love and protection will guide us through this hellish night.
The residence's front door looms before us, a menacing obstacle standing between my team and Rosalie.
It's reinforced steel with an electronic lock, making it almost impregnable.
I can practically feel the anxious energy coursing through our group as we assess the situation.
"Any ideas on how to get past this?" Antonio asks, his voice tense.
"Let me try," Marco says, stepping forward confidently.
But then, he stops, mid-stride, and takes a step back. I turn to look in the direction he’s looking, and my heart lurches to my stomach.
For the door is now open, and there they stand, right in front of me.
Chapter 43
ROSALIE
The rain pelts down against the windows, its rhythm a soothing lullaby to my weary heart.
The thunderstorm is stark.
