COMPLETED ☑️
!Sequel to Mafias Father Daughter Duo!
Kylie McKlee is no ordinary woman
She is the Under Boss to the British Mafia, ruling alongside her fraternal brother.
When the Russian mafia, a long standing enemy, and the Italian Mafia try and...
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The forces in our Mafias were groups of five men from each mafia. I was the leader for the British, Dimitri commanding the Russians which came as a shock for the boss doing a simple raid, and Gino was sent to lead the Italians. The plane took off last night at ten, and were are landing now, four hours later. The plan is, once we land, we head straight for the warehouse, kill all the men their with the weapons we brought, take their stocks of drugs and weapons, fly back to Blackpool and get everyone in the mafia ready for an impending attack.
The plane touched down on the ground as I attached the magazine to my gun, ready for the attack. We all piled off of the plane, getting ourselves into the vans that were already waiting on the runway. All the soldiers of a mafia went in the car with their leader. My team consisted of Micheal, an old friend called Daniel, Charlie, and Shaun. Each and everyone of them are the best raider team we have. With Shaun driving, me in the passenger seat and the others in the back of the van, we drove our way to the warehouse.
Pulling up outside the gates, I attach the silencer to Shaun's gun, and he shoots the security that came to the window, the Russians and the Italians did the same at the other two entrances at north and south side, us going in from the west.
"We're in." Chimes through the joint radios from both Dimitri and Gino. "Same. Go a mile inside, kill all the Spanish you see, start taking the products and load them in the vans, go an extra mile once a warehouse row is emptied, stop at the middle, that's the main warehouse." I order. "How will we know we reached the middle?" Gino questioned. "It's the heavily guarded one, more than ten from what I am told." "Got it." Gino and Dimitri respond.
Everything went to plan. Micheal and I killed the guards by the warehouses while the others loaded the vans. After three hours we made it to the middle where we were met with Dimitri and Gino with their teams. "Kylie, this the main warehouse?" Dimitri asks. "Yeah." I respond suspiciously. I had the plans for the warehouse, but I couldn't currently see the actual building as Dimitri was stood in the way. "Where's those guards you talked about?" I pull him backwards, looking forward, I see, not ten guards, but three. That's far less than what I was told by a reliable source in our Mafia. I personally had our hacker survey the area above for a week, and there was always ten or more. "I have no idea." I tell him. His eyebrows scrunch together.
"I say we just go ahead and attack anyway." Gino says. "I agree, we came this far, your plan won't work too well if they still have there major stocks in tack." Dimitri adds. "Let's go then." Dimitri nods his head at two men, who stalk to the warehouse and kill the guards, then signal for us to come forward.
We go to the doors of the warehouse, pulling them open, we were welcomed with a pitch black building. "Daniel, light." I say. I head his footsteps wander away, hand scanning the wall until he flips the large leaver, turning on the lights that go all across the building. Instead of a rooms stacked with shelves of weapon and drug filled crates, we were presented with shattered pieces of wood filled with dust and decaying boxes.
"Where the fuck is it?" Charlie mutters under his breath. All fifteen soldiers wander around the building, scanning the area for hints of what was going on. "Kylie?" Gino questions. "I have no idea." I respond. "Boss!" I hear a Russian voice yell. Dimitri takes off towards the centre of the building, Gino and I following.
When we get there, all the men are stood around a plugged in camera, pointed right at us. "What's going on?" One of the Italians ask.
I leave the group of men, and make my way back to the main warehouse doors we came through. Peeking my body through, I come face to face with, what must be a hundred Spanish soldiers, all guns pointed to where I was standing. "SHIT!" I yells. Right as the guns started firing, I feel muscular arms pull me back around the metal door as I watch a Russian shut it with the chain hanging from the ceiling.
"I got you." I hear him whisper in my ear comfortingly. "Dimitri?" "Yeah." "We're stuck in the building." I tell him, feeling his hot breath on my neck. "Fuck sake." He says.
"MICHAEL CODE 16" I yell over the gun fire. "FOR FUCK SAKE IHATE SPAIN NOW! ON IT KYLES!" I hear him respond, making me let out a little chuckle.
Code 16: basically means, we're trapped inside an area, outnumbered, out gunned and have no hope of leaving, so call home and get Isaac to send soldiers over so we can kill them all, get out, go home and be back by tea time or pre drinks; which ever works.
