Chapter 6 - The Desperate Alliance
The deafening siren completely drowned out the sound of the relentless rain outside.
Lorenzo cursed under his breath and tossed a sleek black pistol directly to Clara.
"The alarm means Isabella found out Elena is missing," Lorenzo quickly explained.
Clara caught the weapon with shaking hands, having never held a real gun in her entire life.
"I don't know how to use this," she cried over the loud blaring of the alarms.
"Just point it at anything that isn't me or your daughter and pull the trigger," he instructed coldly.
They stepped carefully out of the medical suite and into the grand hallway.
The mansion was swarming with heavily armed men wearing black tactical gear.
Lorenzo moved with a terrifying grace despite his severely atrophied muscles.
He shot two approaching guards with flawless, lethal precision before they could even raise their weapons.
Clara followed closely behind him, keeping her eyes fixed on the path to the servants' quarters.
They reached the hidden stairwell that led directly to the basement level.
"Mia is in her room," Clara yelled, rushing ahead of the crime boss.
She kicked open the door to her cramped bedroom and frantically called out her daughter's name.
The small bed was completely empty, and Mia's stuffed rabbit was nowhere to be seen.
A cruel, familiar laugh echoed from the dark shadows of the hallway behind them.
Clara spun around and raised her trembling pistol toward the menacing sound.
Isabella Romano stepped into the light, holding a massive silver revolver in her right hand.
In her left hand, she was holding a terrified, crying Mia tightly by the collar of her shirt.
"Drop the gun, Clara, or I will paint the walls with your child," Isabella threatened with a wicked smile.
Lorenzo stepped out from the shadows and aimed his heavy shotgun directly at Isabella's chest.
"Let the girl go, Isabella, and I will only shoot you once," Lorenzo warned in a deadly whisper.
Isabella laughed again and pressed the barrel of her revolver against Mia's small temple.
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"You are too weak to fight an entire army, Lorenzo."
Before Isabella could pull the trigger, the large glass window behind her completely shattered inward.
