“Alright. I’ve bought this,” Fiero says. He takes his walkie-talkie and contacts Rico. “Rico, are you able to clear the hallway and get us out of the library? The alarm has been raised, indicating a breach to the treasure room, and we’re sitting geese. The library is the place his males will enter from.”

“On it, boss. I’m touching base with the lads indoors.”

“What now?” I ask as I hear shouts and orders being given proper exterior the library.

“We wait, we belief,” Fiero’s grip on my hand tightens.

Quickly, gunfire erupts exterior, the scent of gunshot residue filling the air. The deafening cracks make my coronary heart race, and I pray that Fiero’s guys win.

The door slams open, and Fiero inches to the nook to peep. He turns to me with a smile. “It’s our guys,” he whoops, serving to me up. “It’s our guys!”

“Boss,” certainly one of them comes over and factors on the door. “It’s gotten out of hand. We requested the automobiles for backup. You must go away, however there’s no convoy to safeguard you, so Rico’s bought a plan.”

“What plan?” Fiero asks as I comply with of their footsteps. We attain the hallway, and I see our bodies scattered in all places. Blood. A lot blood. I lookup, feeling I’d hurl.

“Petra,” the man calls out. “Take the boss and woman up.”

“Up?” Fiero inquires.

The affiliate turns to Fiero, a smile on his face. “There’s a helipad, boss. Your chopper’s landed.”

I gasp and take a look at Fiero. However he seems so assured that every one my worry fades away. He takes my hand and follows Petra.

We ascend, urgent ourselves in opposition to the chilly stone partitions as we navigate the slim, winding facet stairs as much as the helipad.

“Are your males going to be okay with out you?” I whisper, unable to shake the guilt that weighs closely on my conscience. I introduced Fiero and his guys into this mess. If solely I’d have trusted him from the beginning, he may have grow to be my ally. Fiero’s jaw clenches, however he nods.

“That is what they’re skilled for, realizing the dangers once they join,” he admits quietly. “However I will do all the pieces I can to reduce casualties, however all of that should wait till you’re secure. Apart from, Rico’s smarter than I’m.”

We attain the tip of the facet stairway, rising into the moonlit evening. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the crisp air. We’re nearly free.

“You could go away now, Petra,” Fiero says.

“However Boss –”

“Go away!” Fiero roars. “Your brothers want you.”

Petra nods and closes the door behind him as we go away. I look ahead on the stationed helicopter, feeling barely nervous.

The wind howls round us as we dash in direction of the helipad, the chaos of gunfire and explosions echoing up from Rafaele’s compound under. My coronary heart hammers in my chest, each from exertion and worry. Fiero grips my hand tightly.

“Nearly there, Romola,” Fiero shouts over the roaring gusts. I can see the rotors of the ready helicopter already spinning whereas Fiero’s males stand guard.

As we attain the helipad, certainly one of Fiero’s males opens the door for us, his gun on the prepared. “Boss, we have got your again,” he says, nodding at Fiero.

“Thanks,” Fiero replies, by no means breaking stride as he leads me into the helicopter. The noise is deafening, however it marks our escape from this nightmare. He helps me into the seat proper subsequent to the pilot’s, although I’d reasonably have been seated again with him.

“Romola,” Fiero shouts over the cacophony, “strap your self in! We’re taking off proper now!”

I fumble with the seatbelt, my fingers shaking from adrenaline. He reaches over and straps me in. The pilot watches as Fiero goes to his facet. I hear him roar on the pilot to get out. “The lads want you,” Fiero says. “Coordinate everybody’s retreat with Rico. I’ve bought it from right here!”

The pilot nods and will get off his seat for Fiero to take over.

“What?” I screech in disbelief. Fiero turns to me, a devilish smile on his face. “What? You suppose I don’t know how one can deal with my child?”

Because the helicopter lifts off, I catch one final glimpse of the burning compound under, Rafaele’s world crumbling to ashes. A bittersweet mixture of aid and triumph washes over me.

“Are you alright?” Fiero asks concern etched on his face. It is a query that can take time to reply, however for now, I merely nod.

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