Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

33: Plot

"We need a plan." Santino speaks out to Charlene.

"Okay, but we have to go back to the US then."

With that, they pack their belongings and head for the jet with emidiate effect.

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Santino's POV

The plane landed the following day at the rise of sun. Charlene has been rather quiet, but it's understandable.

We head inside the mansion as soon as the car stops. My family is still here, which is really good as they can be useful to us. I could use the help of people I trust.

Charlene, Mateo and I head for the soundproof meeting room. It's probably best we plan everything there.

"Tell the whole family to come to the conference room, NOW!" and the guard scurries away. I look at Charlene, she doesn't look so good and she has not touched any food ever since yesterday afternoon.
"You! Get someone to prepare food for my lady."

I sigh and take a seat at the head of the table, soon enough my family -Mateo's included- enter the room one by one. Everyone's present except my brother's wifes and kids.
"Oh mio caro, you look... Not so well." [My dear] my mom says, hugging Charlene and checking her over.

"Everyone, we don't have time. I called you all here because you are my family and there is a problem at hand... Angelo, who is somewhat a brother to Charlene has been kidnapped. You know how important family is and she is now one of us, therefore we cannot let her down. We have to find him."

Just as I say that, someone knocks on the door and my mom opens it up. It's the maid with Charlene's food and she leaves.

"Eat, my love."

Charlene clears her throat, "A while ago, when I met Angelo I gave him a necklace... as a tracking device. Call me crazy, but I did it so I don't lose him. Just like I lost my parents. He doesn't know it's a tracking device and one thing for sure is that he takes it with him everywhere."

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Angelo's POV

Honestly, I don't know why I'm here. Although I've been in contact with some dangerous people because of my line of work, I don't see how any of those encounters could have led to me being here.

This place is small, dark, cold and smelly. There's no bed, no blanket and gosh not even a chair. Talk about hospitality and hygiene. I don't know how long I've been here, oh did I mention there's no windows either. The only thing I've been offered is a cup of water. The men here are also perverts, bunch of assholes really.

I'm not that experienced when it comes to these kind of situations, so I won't even try to fight or escape. I can only hope for someone to save me, the only person I matter to, Charlene.

Gosh, she was right, again. I should've maybe learned how to fight. Or even how to pick a lock, just survival skills really. Probably wrong timing but, am I really gonna die without even being a 'thing' with Mateo.

Oh gosh. This is it. This is just about the moment I die. Oh god I'm still so young, I just found me a sister. We still had to have fun, go clubbing one last time.

Get it togeather Angelo!

She's coming for you, hold on.

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Charlene's POV

"I insist we know our enemy's territory first, before we attack."

Everyone has to know I'm dead serious. Angelo is like a sibling to me, the brother and sister I never had. As for Mateo, whatever he has for Angelo is his business and I won't reveal anything as long as he's not ready.

"Go on, I like where your head's at." Santino says, of course he likes where it's at.

"Ok, I propose we first send drones. They're safer and more efficient. The drones will consist of radar technology that will be able to show us the layout of the place, how many people are there and where they are. So we will know exactly how and where to attack."

At this, everyone nods, looking at me intently. We have to handle this like professionals. I mean really, we are the fricken mafia so why hold back. We can go all out.

"Okay sounds great. Mateo get someone to work on that. In the meantime, let's gather all the menpower and gunpower we may need."

This went on for a while, a really long while considering we had to wait for the drones to report back. Also had to take some time plotting the attack and everyone's posts. Santino somehow convinced me to sleep for a while when waiting for the drones to report back.

Just like that, it's game time. All the men came along, all the men... and then me. I'm glad Santino allowed me to come along, I was coming either way. I know I'm capable and Angelo is someone that I owe so much to. I have to do this.

We await our opportunity to attack, letting the snipers have the pleasure of eliminating everyone on the outside of the location. Less people to kill.

"All done. I repeat. All done, over." That's our cue, it's our time now. I'm coming for you brother.

We head out. Santino, Salvi, Silvio, Giovanni, Bruno and Mateo all with me. It's because (i quote) -"we are family now."

A group of guards go in first, slowly eliminating the enemy's men and parting way as we go further to cover other rooms we pass by. Till all of our guards have separated, leaving only 'the family' and now I know, the actual action begins.

With all the Ermes and Rinaldi men taking on some guards, I leave them behind and go further ahead. I know Angelo is close, but I also know that there are two men guarding exactly at his room. I can take them.

I don't bother walking slow or quietly, knowing we are gonna find each other one way or another.

Right on that thought a man, probably Mateo's size approaches me. Taking it slow, maybe a bit too slow for my liking. I hate wasting time, we are gonna have to fight at some point and so why waste time. Scoffing, I approach him and punch his jaw. It seems like he underestimated me. He spits some blood on the floor and looks at me... smilling?

"I really don't wanna hurt you little gi-" I fucken attack him with a spinning kick and just like that, he's out cold. Ugh, was he just about to say 'little girl'? The disrespect.

I leave his unconscious body on the floor, moving on to find the next guard, the next fucken challenge. And I do ... and ohh is he a big one. Okay, breathe. He looks... not okay, like really. The fucken scars on that man's face, he's bald and has tattoos covering his bald head. He just, stands there really, waiting for me with folded arms.

I attack him with a punch, which he ducks and I, in a quick motion go behind him. Grabbing him in a chokehold which he in turn grabs me, flips me over and throws me on the ground. Shit my back.

"You fucken idiot!"

I pull myself up, punch him two times and attempt to kick his stomach. To wich he quickly charges his large body at me, strangling me against the cold and hard wall. I claw against his large arms around my neck as he continues chocking the air out of me, but it's no use. I see black dots clotting over my vision as I loose consciousness slowly.

*gunshot

My chest and neck tightens, the last thing I see being that idiot's evil grin.