Chapter 8 - The Siege
The hours ticked by like heavy stones in an hourglass.
Gunfire echoed in the distance, a brutal symphony of the mafia war tearing Palermo apart.
Leo slept on a makeshift bed of tactical vests, clutching his bear.
Suddenly, the heavy iron doors of our warehouse shuddered.
A massive explosion ripped through the front entrance, sending dust and debris raining down.
My heart stopped.
Through the smoke, a figure walked in, wearing an emerald green coat.
It was Isabella, flanked by a dozen heavily armed mercenaries.
"Did you really think Rossi's goons could keep me out?" she laughed, her voice dripping with poison.
She held a silenced pistol, aiming it directly at my chest.
"Hand over the bear, you pathetic florist."
I stood up, stepping over my sleeping son to shield him from her view.
I raised the pearl-handled pistol Lorenzo had given me, my hands shaking uncontrollably.
"You killed Matteo," I cried out, tears blurring my vision.
"He was weak, just like you," Isabella sneered, stepping closer.
"Now give me the key to the accounts, or I will shoot the boy first."
She pointed her gun at Leo.
The motherly instinct inside me took over, erasing all my fear.
I pulled the trigger.
The recoil snapped my wrist back, and the gunshot was deafening.
Isabella screamed, dropping her weapon as blood blossomed on her shoulder.
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Before her mercenaries could fire back, the back doors of the warehouse blew open.
Lorenzo Rossi stormed in like an angel of death.
