Believe me when I say I'm doing everything I can not to go get myself killed while saving Zade.
Lorenzo keeps pushing it a day and I keep getting fucking pissed about it.
He doesn't understand. He won't understand. Not till he's been in my shoes.
He doesn't get that the one person I care for most is being tortured and strained. He doesn't get that the one person I rely on in every way is being hurt.
He doesn't understand what it's like to love someone and they get hurt in front of you but you can't fucking do anything about it.
Dad gets it, but at the same time he doesn't. I can't fucking hold it any more.
I need to go see him, I need to go get him out of there and the longer Lorenzo makes me wait, the more agitated I become.
I've been a mess. Ezio is asking about Zade and I can't tell him that his son is in grave danger. I can't tell him that his son is being held captive.
And I certainly cannot tell him how the fuck I know.
An hour of me stressing and pacing and checking on his location went by in what felt like forever.
"We're going.", I finally hear the words over the phone from Lorenzo. Finally hear them and you don't know how much of a relief it is to hear them.
I get my hand guns, and a knife in my combat boots for safety.
"I'll be sending 7 men on site with you, and 11 will be on standby in emergencies.", Father informed us.
Dad hands me my AR-15 rifle, he'll be monitoring the operation from home.
Three cars -including mine, 18 men, and 20 guns. We're more than prepared, but the line between confidence and over confidence is slim.
I give him a subtle nod as I leave the estate and get into my car. Lorenzo would be driving the second car and Stefano Reale will be driving the third.
It'll take us thirty to forty five minutes to get there. 45 at most, and in an hour and a half, I'll have Zade back.
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I led the way to the warehouse and we parked a three minute drive away from it, so we'd have to walk nearly ten minutes before we got there.
"Lorenzo and I will be the only ones to go in. You 7, will surround the building and I want two people at each exit. We have the blueprint of the warehouse so that shouldn't be an issue. You do not send for back up, till you hear either mine or Lorenzos flare gun go off.", I instructed them with a heavy tone as we walked along.
We all made our way infront of the warehouse. My silencer was on my handguns and I walked around the building briskly, making sure everyone was in place.
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Arabella Anastasi
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