||BOOK 1||
||NOT AN INCEST STORY||
15 years ago, the laughter lit hallways of the Russo household were spread with a silence. Even the walls of the house mourned the loss of the princess of the house. Every molecule in the house filled with rage tow...
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ARTEMIS'S POV.
"Where are you?" I speak into the phone.
"Near Birmingham. Why?"
"I need you to search the entire land of Durham for me. Take as many men as you want. I need each and every acre of land searched."
"On it Boss. I'll let you know soon." I then cut the call and walk towards William's office.
I walked in after he gave me permission. He was sitting on the other side of the desk with stacks of papers beside his laptop.
"Ask them to search Goathland. I have Durham under my search." I say in a straight tone.
"I see, the real you is back." He said with a small smile. I sigh and walk towards him, sitting on one of the chairs on the other side of the desk.
***
"Our men have found the location!" William barged into the dining room, where all of us were having Lunch.... More like forcing ourselves. The clattering of fork and knives on the plates stopped instantly and everyone's head snapped at William.
"Where?" Dad asked getting impatient.
"Goathland." William replied looking at me. I blinked at him once. "It's a five hour drive from here. We leave as early as possible."
I take out my phone and send a message to a specific number.
"Okay, everyone. You've got 30 minutes, do what ever you have to. Everyone meets in the foyer by then." Dad announced and walked out of the dining room.
I walk out, following his lead, when I overhear a conversation between Uncle Alessandro and someone on the phone.
"Take care of it son, I know you are capable of handling it. Take your brother's help." He said in a assuring voice. "Yes, the triplets are here and they're fine too." He said in a soft voice. "Tell her we are fine and I'll return home soon." He said in an even more softer voice.
I walked away from there since I didn't want to eavesdrop. I get into my room and strap everything on me; guns, lots of knives, a grenade I found in the Britisher's ammunition room, thanks to William.
Exactly after 30 minutes all the men and I were assembled in the foyer once again.
"The fastest route to Goathland is 5 and a half hours. The fastest we can reach is in 4½ to 5 hours." William explained everyone.
