Mr & Mrs Montero

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Montero's POV

Driving to rescue my daughter was harder than it looked. I don't know whether it was because Kalani was here, and that I believed her trance, or it because I let the boys go alone, but either way, it was nerve-wrecking. We were travelling with Seven and Jacobson, Johnathan and Eva were on the other car.

"Do you think that are okay?" Kalani asked.

"Off course they are." I answered.

"Yes but, - "

"They are fine. I promise." I assured her. Truthfully, I didn't believe it. I just said it, hoping my own words could convince me that my kids were okay. I mean, I don't even think they would be able to kill a man, even when faced with death. And this was rather a very big gamble. A gamble that was a 60/40 chance of survival chance. 60% being a chance of loss.

"They are going to be okay." Kalani whispered, holding my hand, pulling me back to reality.

"You think so?" I looked at her, trying to smile.

"Off course, they are our kids. That should count for something right?" She smiled at me.

"Off course, it means everything." I caressed her left cheek with my thumb.

"Oh, could you'll just cut off the lovey dovely session?" Jacobson interrupted us as he always did.

"Please give me the chance to kill your father." I asked Kalani. "I promise to give him the best funeral money can buy." I continued.

"Please do. I will buy the coffin." She replied. I looked away, trying to stop myself from laughing. Truth be told, I know she was only saying this because she was pregnant and her mood was all over the place, and Jacobson wasn't particularly a friendly with his attitude. Other than that, she'd hold on to protecting her dad till eternity.

But I still hold to what I said to her sixteen years ago, Jacobson is only alive because she loved him. Not because he was her father. He lost that privilege when he chose work over family. I might have been in the Mafia, and family was the only thing we cowered for.

That was only thing that was our weakness and everyone knew that. You could take the guns, the girls, the drugs and everything in between, but not family. Once you touched family, you automatically killed your family generations through. And you could never undo that.

"Sir, we are here." Seven interrupted us. I looked out the window and could only see trees going down the forest without end.

"Make sure you stay behind me at all times." I instructed her.

"Okay," She nodded.

I opened the sliding door, and the rest of the team was already outside, waiting for instructions.

"Okay, we all know why we here. I only have one objective for this mission. Save my baby girl, kill Alina if you want, you can disarm Maria which everyway you see fit, but leave her alive and,-"

Before I could finish the sentence, a shoot-out started, and our men started falling. The first shot kept ringing in my ear because the shot was meant for me but missed by an inch. Kalani was behind me, and the moment I dodged, I pulled her down with me.

"Sir, we are under attacked!" One of our guys yelled, as everyone went to take cover.

No shit, sherlock. 

"Take cover!" I instructed everyone. But off course, everyone had already taken cover by the cars they came with. Kalani was abit shook as this wasn't expected, and she had her hands covering her ears, semi jumping at each bullet that was being shot. Which was a lot might I add.