Chapter 6 - The Lion's Den
I kept the encrypted phone firmly pressed against my ear, silently listening to the venomous arrogance of the woman who had originally given me life.
Eleanor spoke with chilling calmness, casually expressing her profound disappointment that it had taken me over a decade to figure out her brilliant deception so clumsily.
She coldly ordered me to surrender my weapons and walk quietly through the front door, cheerfully promising a quick, painless death for Beatrice's child only if I completely submitted.
I wordlessly hung up the phone and immediately killed the headlights, aggressively pulling the rumbling car deep into the dense, snow-covered treeline bordering the massive estate.
I knew the intricate security blind spots and patrol rotations of my own fortified home better than any mercenary she could ever hire.
Matteo meticulously checked the ammunition in his heavy revolver, a dark, incredibly familiar hunger for brutal violence slowly returning to his hollow eyes.
Beatrice adamantly refused to stay safely hidden in the armored car, aggressively grabbing a heavy steel wrench from the emergency toolkit in the trunk with trembling but fierce determination.
She fiercely whispered that she was a mother, and real mothers absolutely do not wait cowardly in the shadows when their innocent children are in mortal danger.
We successfully breached the outer perimeter wall by crawling through an old, forgotten drainage pipe that Lorenzo's recently hired guards had absolutely no idea existed.
The sprawling, luxurious mansion was heavily illuminated by blinding floodlights, absolutely crawling with heavily armed men aggressively patrolling the snowy, meticulously manicured gardens.
We ruthlessly took down two isolated guards silently in the dark, violently dragging their unconscious bodies deep into the frozen, overgrown hedges before they could radio for backup.
I swiftly slipped my master electronic keycard into the scanner at the side kitchen entrance, desperately praying to any god listening that they hadn't deactivated my access yet.
The heavy, reinforced metal door clicked open with a soft hiss, revealing the dark, silent expanse of the stainless steel service corridor.
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But before we could take a single, cautious step completely inside, the emergency tactical floodlights aggressively blinded us with blinding white intensity.
Dozens of red laser sights instantly painted our chests from every possible angle, and Lorenzo stepped smoothly out of the adjacent dining room with a wicked, triumphant grin.
