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I hoped everything would be alright.
Chapter 40
Matteo
As I stood among my allies, the weight of the impending battle bore down on me. The decision to confront my uncle, Francisco, had been long overdue.
It was a gamble, a high-stakes move that would either solidify my position as the true Don or bring about my downfall. But I was convinced that I had what it took to succeed.
We huddled in the dimly lit room, our faces masked by determination and resolve. The air was thick with tension, but I could see the fire in my comrades' eyes, reflecting the unyielding loyalty they held for me.
"We need a precise plan of attack," I began, my voice steady. "We can't afford any missteps. We'll strike swiftly, catching them off guard."
My allies nodded in agreement, their expressions unwavering. Antonio, my trusted right-hand man, stepped forward.
"We've got eyes on their movements. They're confident we won't make a move so soon after the meeting. It's our advantage."
As we continued strategizing, every word and plan etched into our minds, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope.
With this battle, I would protect my family, honor the memory of Sophia's parents, and pave the way for a future where the mafia could finally break free from its dark past.
It was a fight I couldn't afford to lose.
We were ready to move with our plans in place, and our resolve steeled. Exiting the dimly lit room, my allies and I entered the crisp night air, the darkness cloaking our intentions.
Our convoy of blacked-out vehicles moved silently through the winding streets, navigating the city like shadows. Each passing moment brought us closer to the confrontation that had been brewing for too long.
As we approached the De Luca mansion, I couldn't help but reflect on the twisted irony of the situation.
This had been my family's home, the place where I was supposed to build a life with Sophia and our child. But Francisco's presence had tainted it beyond repair.
The mansion loomed ahead, its imposing façade a stark reminder of my uncle's power. His allies and enemies were gathered inside, each with their agenda and loyalties divided.
As we stopped outside the mansion's gates, I knew there was no turning back. This was the moment I had been preparing for, the culmination of years of planning and waiting.
With a determined nod to my allies, we exited the vehicles and approached the imposing entrance, ready to confront the darkness. We were ready to move with our plans in place, and our resolve steeled.
The night exploded into a chaotic frenzy as we stormed the mansion. Gunfire echoed through the once-peaceful air, and the mansion's elegant halls were transformed into a warzone.
My allies and I moved with calculated precision. Every step and shot was a strategic move in this deadly dance.
Bullets zipped past us, shattering windows and leaving their mark on the mansion's walls. In return, we unleashed a relentless barrage, swiftly dealing with any opposition that dared to challenge us.
The grand entrance of the mansion, once a symbol of opulence, now bore battle scars.
My heart raced with a potent mix of adrenaline and determination as we pressed deeper into the mansion.
The path ahead was perilous, but our resolve to confront Francisco and end his reign of tyranny remained unshaken. The stakes were sky-high, and justice was tantalizingly close.
Amidst the chaos, my thoughts briefly drifted to Sophia, my beloved. I wondered if she had any inkling of the tempest raging within these walls.
But there was no room for doubt or hesitation; our mission was clear—to reclaim our family's legacy and restore honor to our name.
However, one perplexing detail nibbled at the back of my mind. Francisco's men were more prepared than I had anticipated. This was meant to be a surprise attack, catching them off guard.
Yet, they appeared ready, as though they had foreseen our assault. However, there was no time for me to stop and wonder. I could only press forward.
The mansion's hallways echoed with the staccato rhythm of gunfire. I was picking off Francisco's men one by one with deadly accuracy. Their bullets seemed to move slowly, and I skillfully avoided them.
