Chapter 8 - The Rescue Mission
While Marco handled the bloodbath at the pier, Aleandro was miles away.
He and a specialized strike team of ten men kicked in the doors of the warehouse district.
With Lorenzo’s main force distracted at the docks, only a skeleton crew remained to guard the hostage.
Aleandro moved through the dark corridors like a shadow of death.
Every guard that stepped in his path was silenced with a suppressed headshot.
He reached the heavy metal door at the back of the building.
He placed a small breaching charge on the lock and stepped back.
The explosion blew the door off its hinges, filling the room with smoke and dust.
Aleandro rushed in, his rifle raised, scanning for threats.
Two men were scrambling for their weapons near a metal chair.
Aleandro dropped them both before they could even aim.
He ran to the chair where Sofia was tied, ripping the blindfold from her face.
She screamed, terrified of the giant man covered in tactical gear.
"I am Aleandro, Isabella sent me," he said quickly, cutting her bonds with a combat knife.
"We are going home."
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Sofia sobbed in relief, collapsing into his arms as he carried her out of the nightmare.
The promise he made to his fiancée had been kept.
