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I glanced at Enzo, silently acknowledging the validity of Carlo's point.
"We'll need to be meticulous—no room for errors. We can't afford to lose any more of our men," I affirmed, my thoughts racing through the potential risks and contingencies that lay ahead.
After we were done planning, our main focus was to capture some men alive to find Luigi.
With a final glance at the maps before us, I straightened in my seat. "Scioperamo di notte.(We strike at night.)”
As the final preparations for the mission were underway, I knew I couldn't afford to leave Griselda's safety to chance. With a heavy heart, I pulled her aside, my expression grave yet tender.
"Griselda, I need you to go with your mom for now. It's not safe here," I explained, my voice tinged with concern.
She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of worry and determination.
"But what about you? I don't want anything to happen to you," she murmured, her voice wavering with anxiety.
I took her hands in mine, my gaze unwavering.
"I promise I'll come back for you. Nothing will happen to me,gattina(kitten). I'll personally pick you up myself," I reassured her, my words laced with a quiet conviction that I hoped would alleviate her fears.
Her eyes softened, a flicker of hope sparking within them.
"Okay, just... please be careful," she implored, her grip tightening on my hands.
I brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, my touch gentle and reassuring.
"I will. You take care of yourself, okay?" I replied, my voice soft yet resolute.
We shared a lingering kiss before we separated, and she made her way towards the waiting vehicle. I watched her go, my heart heavy.
I ensured that several vehicles were assigned to escort her to her mother's place, each one meticulously outfitted with enhanced security measures. I knew I couldn't risk any harm coming her way, not now, not ever. The safety of those I cared for was paramount, especially in the midst of the brewing storm.
As she entered the sleek black car, I met her gaze one last time, silently conveying my unspoken promise to return unscathed. With a final nod, I watched as the convoy pulled away, my men maintaining a vigilant watch over her until she reached the safety of her mother's embrace.
Once the last of the convoy turned around the corner, I headed back inside.
I had a battle to win.
As we approached the old Chinese restaurant, the quiet of the night was disturbed only by the distant hum of the city. Our steps were measured, each member of my mafia following my lead as we prepared to confront the Esposito family members, who were known to frequent this establishment for their clandestine meetings.
With a swift and coordinated attack, we burst through the entrance, catching our adversaries off guard. The room erupted in a flurry of violence and chaos as we engaged in a fierce battle, determined to subdue the opposition and extract the critical information we sought.
The scuffles were intense, and each move was calculated to neutralize the threat quickly and efficiently. Amidst the fray, we managed to apprehend several members of the Esposito family, their struggles futile in the face of our relentless onslaught.
Moving the captives to a more secluded area, we initiated our interrogation, determined to extract the truth from them. Through a combination of persuasive tactics and assertive questioning, we were able to glean the information necessary for our next move - the location of their secret base concealed deep within the heart of the city.
"Where is your boss hiding, huh?" Carlo’s voice sliced through the tense silence, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in towards one of the captives. "We know you've been working with Luigi. Don't try to play dumb with us."
The captive squirmed in his restraints, sweat beading on his forehead.
"I-I don't know, I swear," he stammered, his words laced with desperation.
I watched from the shadows, my jaw clenched as I observed the scene unfold.
"We're not here to play games," Carlo retorted, his tone unwavering. "You've been seen with him, meeting him here. You must know something."
"I swear, I don't know his location," the captive insisted, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "He's moved to a new hideout. We were only given instructions to come here, I swear."
My brows furrowed as I analyzed the captive's response.
