De Luca

Chapter 22

NO ONE'S POV/THIRD PERSONS POV

The Devil was once an angel who betrayed his brother; as a punishment, his brother banish him, and he became the first fallen angel to rule over the gates of hell. What his brother didn't anticipate was that he would rule hell like a king and became a legendary scary story you tell your kids at night.

But even fallen angel's look to the sky for help, pleading that his cry is heard...

As Santini drove down the highway like a mad man, he knew he had no other choice. Because De Luca was too calm, and it unnerved him. Through the drive, De Luca made a few calls rounded up his best shooter and not no amateurs.

These guys were ex-military or people he encountered while doing business overseas, making alliances with his loyalty, and money. He would protect their family if they worked for him, even if they wanted to quit, he wouldn't hold it against them.

His last phone call was to one of his most trustworthy snipers, a long-range shooter. He had removed his voice scramble, and Greg knew from the time he heard his normal voice, shit wasn't right.

"Be at Avenue Warehouse 16, right this very second. The moment you get there, I need you to scope out for a female body heat signal if you can. She would be in a secluded area. If there is anyone with her, you shot them. Protect her like it's your last lifeline. You got me?"

"Ik ben daar," Greg answered, he was from the Netherlands, he could speak English but hearing De Luca's voice had him speaking in his native tongue. De Luca hung up, further removing his mask. Santini expected to see his jaw tick, his fist clenched, anything that would say this man had a soul.

But to his displeasure, nothing came, and that is what unnerved him the most. Santini began to wonder why he was even wearing a mask when he could control his emotions so well. Santini was brought out his thoughts when the walkie talkie beeped.

De Luca leaned forward, picking it up to answer it. "Status," he held the device a few inches from his lips. His mind, body, and soul were preparing to take the lives of many to get his most prized possession back. He and everyone in the business of being a drug lord know that the person would do anything it takes to get back what was rightfully theirs.

"We're in position," With a click of his tongue, a slight smirk on his lips, he gave the order.

"Light it up," De Luca's voice sent a chill down Santini's spine. Santini was grateful he never crossed dangerous paths with this man because the person on the receiving end would not live to see another day.

Santini knew they held a similar story; however, the eyes of his first kill sometimes haunted, but now he had the permanent image of De Luca in his eyes.

Nathalie could feel herself slipping in and out of sleep, she breathed slowly, easing her racing heart. As the minutes ticked by, she began to wonder if she was crazy. Crazy that she thought that Giovanni could save her. Trent has proven to her over and over again that he would always find her. So maybe she was crazy because as blood kept dripping from her open wounds, she regretted being strong and-

An explosion had her jumping in fright, she looked up to see if she could get a glimpse of what was happening, but all she saw was a fire. Bright orange surrounded by black smoke as it went up. Another explosion had her heart racing.

What the hell was happening? She asked herself. The question to her answer burst the door opening standing in the doorframe.

"Seem like Devil Mask, and Santini teamed up. No matter, once your cop boyfriend gets here, he will have the satisfaction of watching me kill you," Trent spat his last words like venom, turning and slamming the door shut.

Nathalie let out a disbelief laugh before it turned into a cry of joy. Her earlier thoughts scrapped from her mind. She looked to the ceiling and smiled, with tears running down her eyes. He came. He came for me.

Trent's last words played in her mind, and she laughed bitterly as she shook her head. With newfound hope, she fought to keep herself alive just a little while longer, just until he had her in his arms.

Marcus and Trent became frantic, as the explosions took out all their transport. Several cars that they had parked outside blew up in flames; their escaped boat was an overkilled. Marcus had ordered his men to go out and hold them off.

"What the fuck, Trent! You said they would attack each other, not team up," Marcus ran a hand through his hair for the third time. Shit was not going according to plan. Trent assured him that De Luca and Santini would attack each other, and the cops would show up, taking them both out. Trent mentioned to him about some police he wanted dead.

The only reason Marcus went along with Trent was that he got close to two of the most powerful men in the city. Now he's beginning to regret it, but not quite yet.

De Luca fired his gun, never wasting a bullet. Each trigger pull clipped his enemy, one by one; he made a path for himself to the warehouse. Jason, De Luca's cousin, and Hendrick, De Luca's right-hand man, made sure they gave him extra coverage. They both thought the same thing that this man would catch a bullet saving his girl.

The closer Giovanni got to the warehouse, the more his adrenaline and desire to kill increased. I need to watch the life leave Trent 'The Cockroach' eyes, De Luca thought to himself. Even if he caught several bullets, the damage to Trent had to be all the more worst.

Giovanni, took cover behind a stack of containers, peeking out, he saw that he was a couple of feet away from the entrance. He knew he couldn't barge in. Giovanni gave the signal to his men, a bird whistle.

The two men heard the call and hopped into the armored truck. The driver skated off, the vehicle twisted from side to side before straightening out. He ramped through the front door. The passenger braced himself for the impact. The driver stopped, abruptly, both of them swung their door open, throwing out grenades and letting off shots.

In a matter of moments, the warehouse filled with De Luca's and Santini's men.

Giovanni and Santini casually walked behind their men, letting off shots here and there. This shit was massive, and in a matter of minutes, cops will be swarming this place.

"We got about fifteen to ten minutes before cops start coming," De Luca told Santini. It was bad enough that he was in the open without his mask to have his cover blown would only bring out a massive internal investigation in all justice forces and systems. Although it was the least of his worries, he still thought about it.

"Trent "The Coachroach" Thomson, I believe you took someone from me!" De Luca shouted out, loud enough to reach over the sound of gunshots. He looked around, seeing Marcus men lifeless body drop.

"I never thought the two of you would be teaming up. I must say its..." De Luca and Santini both looked straight ahead; there stood the man that irked them. Spontaneously they lifted their guns, Marcus received four bullets to the head, two from De Luca and two from Santini. Cutting him off from talking ever again.

The warehouse was now void of Marcus's men. Santini and De Luca walked around the rubble and dead bodies, they stood above Marcus, and emptied their magazine on him, quickly replacing it with a new one.

De Luca pulled out his phone, calling Greg. "Five minutes," De Luca told Santini. Santini nodded in understanding. Greg picked up on the first ring. "Where is she?" he asked Greg.

"East side of the building and alone," Greg told him, finger on the trigger ready to kill whoever walked in on the woman he has to protect.

"Stay on the line," He pulled the phone away, walking to the east side of the building. "Can you see me?" De Luca asked Greg once he had returned the phone to his ear.

"Yes.. two doors down," He walked down as informed. The sound of gunshot entered his ears; the hot sting and burn of his flesh made him irritated.

"This motherfucker shot me and missed," De Luca growled out, turning to face the culprit.

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