Chapter 10 - The False Victory
The blinding, aggressive light from heavy tactical spotlights completely flooded the dark interior of the armored transport truck.
I squinted violently against the sudden brightness, entirely blinded and completely terrified.
Ivan Volkov aggressively raised his heavy weapon, screaming loud, furious Russian curses directly at the blinding lights.
Before he could even successfully pull the heavy trigger, a completely deafening barrage of automatic gunfire tore entirely through the cabin of the truck.
Ivan violently jerked backward, completely dropping his heavy weapon as he was brutally thrown against the steel wall.
He slid slowly down to the metal floor, entirely dead before he could even register what had actually hit him.
I screamed loudly in pure, complete panic, forcefully covering my ears entirely against the ringing silence that quickly followed.
A massive, completely familiar silhouette aggressively stepped directly into the ruined back of the heavily smoking truck.
It was Giovanni Fierro.
He was heavily wearing a completely fresh black tactical vest over his ruined, deeply bloody shirt, completely holding a smoking assault rifle.
He aggressively reached down and entirely grabbed my trembling arm, pulling me completely and forcefully into his broad, heavily armored chest.
"I officially told you to completely stay under the bed, Jessica," he whispered entirely roughly, his voice vibrating heavily with pure adrenaline and complete fury.
I sobbed entirely openly, completely wrapping my trembling arms incredibly tightly around his solid neck.
"You actually came for me," I cried entirely softly, entirely burying my face in his heavy tactical vest.
He effortlessly lifted me completely out of the ruined truck and set me gently down on the cold asphalt entirely.
I looked entirely around at the completely chaotic, terrifying scene.
Over fifty heavily armed Fierro syndicate guards entirely surrounded the completely destroyed Russian convoy on the desolate, dark highway.
Every single one of Ivan Volkov's massive mercenaries was completely and utterly dead on the road.
Giovanni’s promised massive reinforcements had actually arrived completely just in time to aggressively intercept the fleeing trucks.
"Where is Lily?" I frantically demanded, my heart racing aggressively with sudden fear.
"She is entirely safe in the armored SUV perfectly parked right behind us," Giovanni promised quickly, actively pointing to a completely secure vehicle heavily surrounded by his absolute best guards.
I ran completely and aggressively toward the massive black SUV, the heavy door quickly opening entirely from the inside.
Lily aggressively launched herself completely into my waiting arms, crying entirely happy, relieved tears.
"Mommy!" she screamed entirely, hugging me so incredibly tight I could barely even breathe.
"We are totally safe now, baby, it is entirely over," I whispered entirely, aggressively kissing the top of her beautiful head completely.
Giovanni slowly walked over completely and heavily leaned entirely against the open car door, looking completely exhausted but incredibly victorious.
He had entirely successfully completely destroyed his biggest, most dangerous mafia rival in a single, utterly brutal night.
He had entirely proven his absolute loyalty completely to me, successfully saving my life completely when he could have easily let me die entirely to officially secure his massive empire.
"We are officially going entirely back to my completely secure penthouse in the city tonight," Giovanni stated firmly, heavily wincing as he gently touched his actively bleeding shoulder.
"The wedding is entirely scheduled for exactly eight o'clock completely tomorrow morning."
I looked directly into his entirely tired, intensely grey eyes, feeling a massive, overwhelming wave of true affection entirely for this incredibly dangerous, complicated billionaire.
"I will officially marry you completely tomorrow, Giovanni," I promised entirely softly, completely wiping my tears away entirely.
He actually smiled genuinely completely, entirely reaching out to gently touch my bruised, dirty cheek completely softly.
We entirely climbed completely into the massive, heavily armored SUV, the heavy doors locking completely securely behind us.
The terrifying, absolute nightmare was finally, entirely over.
I casually leaned completely back against the expensive leather seat, entirely closing my completely exhausted eyes entirely for the first time in hours.
I absentmindedly reached entirely into the pocket of my cheap, totally ruined dress entirely to find my cell phone.
I casually pulled the completely cracked device out, entirely noticing a single, completely unread text message.
The completely terrifying message was aggressively sent entirely from an absolutely unknown, completely encrypted number entirely exactly two minutes ago.
The message read entirely, "Did Giovanni successfully tell you that I actually actively paid Tyler to entirely steal his genetic material from the clinic so I could completely engineer the perfect, highly exploitable Fierro heir?"
I completely stared entirely blankly at the bright screen in absolute, complete and total horrifying shock.
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The incredibly chilling, completely terrifying signature actively signed entirely at the very bottom of the dark message was simply just one single, horrible name.
Dominic Fierro.
