We’ve been flying for round fifteen minutes, leaving the nightmare that’s Rafaele Bressan behind us. Since crossing Ostia there’s nothing however water beneath us.

The climate has taken a flip for the more severe. Ferocious waves crash towards the jagged rocks under, and the helicopter sways within the wind. Darkish clouds collect above us, and the moonlight is misplaced at midnight waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea as a thunderstorm breaks out. The primary drops of rain hit the helicopter’s windshield, whipping towards the metallic.

“Seems like we’re in for fairly a storm.” Fiero’s voice comes loudly over the headset. He appears composed, targeted on piloting the chopper by means of this turbulent climate, whereas I can not shake the worry clawing at my chest.

I wrap my arms round myself, sitting on the sting of my seat. “I do not like storms, Fiero, particularly not flying in a single.” Lightning cracks throughout the sky, and its electrical mild reveals me simply how uneven the waters are getting.

Fiero’s robust hand rests on my shoulder, providing some consolation. “The place are we going, Fiero?” I handle to choke out, attempting to regular my voice.

“Loosen up, Romola,” he says, his voice a combination of reassurance and willpower. “We’re heading in the direction of the grottos close to Ostia, alongside the Lazio shoreline.”

“There are grottoes alongside Ostia?” I ask in disbelief. I’ve lived in Rome my complete life, but I’ve by no means heard of those.

“The caves and grottos of Ostia are believed to be haunted for a whole lot of years. Locals by no means enterprise, and the rocks are so harmful that the federal government has banned any civilians close to them.”

“So why the hell are we going there?” I scream over the helicopter’s turbulence and thunder.

“That is the place my household has hidden the diamond for many years. Tonight, we will full the Coronary heart of Italy”.

“Your loved ones’s secret hiding place…in fact,” I murmur. Anxiousness coils with pleasure on the considered seeing the diamond accomplished.

We hit sudden turbulence, and the helicopter lurches violently, tossing us round like rag dolls. I tense my knees and shoulders and desperately cling to my seat. As soon as Fiero stabilizes the chopper, he appears over at me with wretched concern.

I don’t deserve this man; he’s a present from the gods. All I can ask for is that my presence will someway assist him by means of this evening.

“Belief me, Romola,” Fiero’s voice in my earphones pulls me out of my internal turmoil. “I will get us safely down.”

The ache in my chest eases just a bit. I attain over and cusp his cheek in my hand. “I do know,” giving him the smallest smile.

He’s saved my life in additional methods than one. I inform myself I must belief him to get us by means of this flight. I belief in his capability, up to now he’s given me no purpose to assume in any other case. His phrases and my reasoning restore a few of my internal steadiness, however a lingering unease stays within the pit of my abdomen.

I look again down on the raging sea under, praying that we make it by means of this tempest unscathed.

I flip round to see how deep we’re within the Tyrrhenian Sea and the way far we’re from land. Given the climate, ought to we flip again and descend?

As I look again, the moon casting an eerie glow, my gaze is drawn to the moist wings of a small aircraft rising from behind thick rain clouds. It appears to be trailing us. Panic rises like bile in my throat as a result of I understand that is no coincidence.

No hobbyist can be out right here on this climate.

“Fiero, there is a aircraft following us!” My voice comes out shrill over my mic.

“Rattling it,” he mutters underneath his breath, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the scenario. His grip on the controls tightens, knuckles turning white. “It should be Rafaele. Keep calm, Romola. I will not let him get us.”

What would occur if Rafaele catches as much as us. Would he kill Fiero proper in entrance of my eyes, like he did my father? My total neck, chest and throat clench, and I pray that if he should kill us, he takes me first. I’m too egocentric to look on as Fiero dies.

Take me. Take me first, please. It’s my one egocentric want.

“Promise me,” I’m practically hysterical, wanting into his emerald inexperienced eyes, trying to find the energy I must face what’s coming. “Promise me you gained’t die tonight,” I cry out, grabbing his hand.

He tears his hand from my grip. I sit there, surprised at his response, when he roars at me. “Nobody’s dying tonight, cara mia. No less than, nobody on this aircraft!”

Fiero strikes with urgency, his fingers dancing over the controls as he banks onerous to return up alongside Rafaele’s plane. The wind howls exterior, rain pelting towards the home windows as if trying to drive its method in.

“Keep low, Romola. Our cockpit is a susceptible goal,” Fiero instructs firmly. I nod, gripping the sting of my seat as he expertly aligns our chopper with the aircraft. My eyes catch a glimpse of a faceless determine, and my thoughts paints a decided grimace on his face.

“Romola,” Fiero says, his eyes by no means leaving the controls. “I’ll attempt to drive him nearer to the shoreline. It’s going to be dangerous, however we’ve no different selection.”

“Alright,” I breathe, attempting to push away the worry that threatens to eat me. “Do what you need to do.”

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