Protecting Her

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Domenico's POV

"Don't tell me to calm down! That assholes going to hurt her! We need to move now!" I shout in rage before a hand flew across and slapped me.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" My mother snaps with the same angry look I had on my face for the past hour.

Right after the call with my Dolcezza was cut off, I ran all the way to her fathers office to tell him about our conversation and what happened after she stopped talking on the phone but the voice of the asshole catching her talking to me was heard in the background.

After pacing in the office like a madman trying to convince everyone in here that we needed to go ahead with our plan immediately after hearing the assholes voice through the phone, my mother had tried to calm me down but my angry thoughts of him putting his hands on her like he did the night they got shot took over and I snapped at her.

"Your mothers right Domenico, as much as we all want to fly over there and kill them all, we have to plan all of this perfectly or we'll never have a chance to do it again" Cristian chimes in as my father tried to calm my mother.

"I know. I just can't bare the thought of her out there with those disgusting assholes. I can't imagine what type of torture methods they've been doing to her since the minute she left our sights" I groan while sitting in the chair facing Cristian's desk.

It's been 3 weeks now and we're almost completed the bulletproof plan that all of us had created thoroughly these past few weeks.

With all of our families coming together with the help of the military men that I've managed to get added in, we've gotten everything we needed to plan out how we were going to get my Dolcezza back.

I've managed to keep my concerns to a minimum these past few weeks due to how busy I was with healing after my gunshot surgery and also helping out the best I could with the rescue plan. As much pain it gave me to move right after I left the hospital, it pained me even more having to wait a whole month till I got to see and feel my Dolcezza in person and in my arms.

It was hard enough as it is to spend the last 15 days without thinking or seeing her in person, now my insomnia had gone back to the same way it was before I met her. Before she was with me, I never gotten sleep unless I forced myself to sleep by taking a lot of the sleeping pills my doctor prescribed for me. And I hated doing that, so I'd just end up staying awake for days and even weeks. I'd black out for a few hours once in a while but I'd still force myself to stay awake to get my everyday schedule moving along on time.

Now, I didn't force myself to do anything other than doing everything I can to get my Dolcezza back with me. I've called every able person I knew that was willing to stand with us for this mafia war and I've also contributed in helping my brother in law with getting all the new weapons from China to the US safely.

With the help of everyones mafia family connections, we managed to get so many people to work together with us on a strong strategy to rescue my Dolcezza. Luckily, Cristian's wife had a mafia family with more than just large numbers of people. They also had access to private airplanes and underground travel areas that made our private movement basically invisible to the Vasiliev's surveillance.

After they kidnapped Cristian's only child, word traveled quickly around that they were now against each other. Many of Vasiliev's comrades have tried to add fuel to the fire by spying on any moves the De Leon were doing and sneakily trying to do anything to hurt them while they were down. I guess with finding out the great Cristian De Leon had his daughter get snatched right from under his nose, all the other mafia empires saw this opportunity as a weakness.