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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We've been trapped inside the warehouse for 31 hours now. The Spanish have made only two moves of attack The first being when I opened the door and found them all outside. The second being when they send in thirty men who we all blew to bits.
The tension is high at the moment. The British soldiers are scouting the place for more weapons, the Italians are standing guard at the doors, and the Russians are barring the large windows with the spare crate wood.
Gino, Dimitri and I have been sat devising plans for the past three hours. We've had no word from Isaac. From anyone.
"It's been too long, either they didn't receive the message or they were attacked on their way here. We need to get out before the Spanish move in again." Gino repeats as he paces around the room.
"Well done genius. Any idea how we do that?" Dimitri says in response as he glares daggers at Gino from his spot on the floor.
"Attack them?" He suggests.
"You've got to be joking. There's at least three times the amount of them compared to us." Dimitri says, annoyance dripping from his tone.
"The vans aren't too far, we could make a run for it and drive away as fast as we can?" Gino offers.
"We can't get all eighteen of us into those vans without getting shot, let alone get to them. Also they're packed with the weapons we just stole, which will make it even harder to get us all in before we're all killed." Dimitri protests.
"Your just a right ray of sunshine aren't you!" Gino yells, angered himself.
"Well it's hard to be positive in this situation!" Dimitri shouts back from beside me, the vibrations of his tone echoing through the room.
The arguing began at 31 hours and 26 minutes of lockdown. As they began to leave the debate of escape plans and ventured onto similar moments of doubt in their childhood, particularly something to do with Gino's view on the 'park incident' which involved very graphic details. But I just sat there, trying to find a solution myself.
As each idea passed through my mind, they got less and less hopeful than the one before. But then one idea comes to light.
"QUIET!" I shouted over the inessive family feud. Immediately there was a silence around the room.
"And she finally snapped." I hear the slight chuckle of Michael from the corner of the room.
"I did not snap! I had a lightbulb moment." I state, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.
"My god I thought she forgot that phrase when she turned ten." I hear Charlie groan. When I was nine I discovered the phrase 'lightbulb moment', and used it everytime I had an idea. I used it so often that everyone began to say it with me as I had a lot of bright ideas as a child.
"Not the time Charles. Kyles what you got?" Scowling at the nickname, Charlie turned his full attention to me as they all listened to me begin my explanation.
"Gino had a good idea of us getting into the vans and fighting our way out with the weapons we just stole from the Spanish-"
"The vans that cant hold all of us as we engage in a fire fight while doing so." Dimitri interrupts.
"Shut it Sunshine." I order. After rolling my eyes at the glare I got in response, I continued. " But that is a fair point, we can't all get to the vans and drive away. So, we send three of us out to get a van each, drive back while the rest of us cover fire, and then we unload the guns and fight our way out until we have a gap and drive away."
"That's it?" Michael asks after a moment of deafening silence.
"That's the best the warrior soldier can come up with?" Shaun inputs
"Yeah, I've heard a lot of stories from my kid and she said your usually better than this." Gino adds. ]
"Do you have any better ideas?" Dimitri shouts over the hushed whispers of the others.
A small amount of murmured 'no's' are heard from everyone as they stand waiting for whats next.
"Now, anyone want to go and get the vans?" Gino asks as he glances at the rest of us. Once again, a murmurs of 'no's' were heard causing us all to chuckle.
"Well, lets make it fair." I say. Picking up a large thin piece of wood from the floor, I snap it into eighteen different but similar lengths. Holding them all in my hand so you can't tell then length. "The people who pick the three shortest pieces of wood have to go and get the vans."
They all nod their heads. Stepping up to the first man, a Russian, I hold out my hand and watch as he takes out the stick. Fortunately it was a long piece so he was safe from the army the size of Fiji.
I went down the line, watching as they all took sticks from my hand. Eventually, everyone had taken a stick, including me.
When it came to measuring the sticks, everyone used some masking tape Daniel found and wrote their names down and stuck it to their stick. They handed them all into me so I could measure them.
Savero Costello
Gino Profaci
Shaun Whyte.
One thought that kept running through my mind was, Gino has a kid. An eight year old daughter who looks up to me and only has her father for reasons I don't know. They already have a slim chance of my plan working, and I don't want someone with a kid doing that. Not when I know what it's like to lose a father.
