“Rafaele will not cease searching us, not after what we took from him,” I say, my voice barely audible above the roar of the engine.

Fiero arms me the headphones with a speakerphone. I put them on and helped him along with his. The speakerphone cuts out the skin sound, making it simpler to speak.

I clutch the diamond tightly via my coat pocket in disbelief that we pulled off the heist.

“Let him come,” Fiero responds, his grip on the controls regular and assured. “We’ll be prepared for him. Collectively.”

As we soar increased into the night time sky, my ideas flip to our future. It is unsure, and it is terrifying, however I do know that with Fiero by my facet, issues will end up fairly alright.

Chapter 45

Rafaele

My head kilos as I slowly open my eyes, blinking to achieve again the main focus in my blurry line of sight. I attempt to stretch out my legs and arms however scream once I notice I can’t. My voice is stifled, after which, all of it comes again to me.

Fiero knocked me out. I’ve bought tape on my mouth. I tug at my arms however discover them sure behind my again, coarse rope digging into my wrists. My legs are wrapped tightly on the ankles.

Exterior, I hear weapons blazing, males combating, warfare.

Panic rises in my chest. What’s going on? How lengthy have I been right here?

I attempt to free my arms and legs by altering the positions of my wrists, however nothing works. I attempt to crawl to the door, hoping I can open it and discover some males who can free me.

With all of the energy I can muster, I wriggle nearer to the door, feeling the tough texture of the ground beneath me. The style of blood permeates my tongue from the place the tape grazes my cut up lip. As I proceed to crawl, my hand touches one thing sharp behind me. Coronary heart racing, I handle to nudge the item nearer with my fingertips. I wince because it cuts me, and I notice it’s a shard of glass.

With trembling arms, I begin to rub it towards the sides of the rope, binding me. It is a higher plan. If I attain the door and open it, there’s a probability that the fallacious males will see me.

From the muffled sounds of gunfire filtering in, it’s clear that my partitions have been breached by an enemy. I wouldn’t need them to catch me on this susceptible state.

I work at it for a couple of minutes however drop the glass when a blaring alarm runs via the home, sending a spike of dread via me. The treasure room!

Have Fiero and Romola gotten to the diamonds? Is the entire Coronary heart of Italy in my enemy’s arms?

“NNOOOO,” I shout out a muffled protest of rage, choosing up the velocity with which I proceed to free myself.

I wrestle towards my bindings, cursing beneath my breath. How did I find yourself like this? In my very own bloody home?

The alarm continues to scream, echoing my panic. I’ve to get free, and I’ve to cease them earlier than it is too late.

Fueled by anger, I pull on the ropes more durable, ignoring the chunk of ache. I can’t be bested so simply. Fiero pays for his impudence, and as for Romola…I’ll discover her within the darkest nook of the world. I grit my enamel, summoning each ounce of energy I possess. The rope doesn’t budge.

My males burst into the room, weapons on the prepared. Upon seeing me tied, they decrease their weapons with confused seems to be and make their approach to me.

“Boss! We have been looking all over the place for you. Are you alright?” Gianni asks as he removes the tape from my mouth. The clotting scar will get ripped, and contemporary blood drips down my mouth.

“Boss, what occurred?” Mario asks, untying my legs whereas Gianni strikes to get my arms.

“It was that bastard, Cremaschi,” I inform them. “He knocked me out,” I movement on the ropes throughout us.

“There’s a warfare happening, Boss. We want your instructions,” Mario tells me in panic as I stand to my ft and stretch out my limbs. “They’re coming from all over the place. They’ve even introduced reinforcements. We want some too from the safehouses, however we couldn’t discover you, and Franco’s been lacking.”

“Lacking?” I ask, dread washing over me. May Franco have one thing to do with this, my brother?

Gianni and Mario alternate nervous seems to be. “We want orders, Boss,” Gianni says.

“Name Masseri for backup,” I inform them. I stroll to Mario and take his gun. “Go get your self one other,” I bark at him.

“Boss, the place are you going?” Mario asks, trying terrified, like I’m abandoning him.

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