Dona was never the kind of woman to play by the rules. When her father died, leaving behind an empire that many thought was too big for her to handle, she proved them all wrong. She stepped into his shoes without hesitation, determined to command th...
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Narrative:
Just as everyone had suspected, the helicopter also belonged to the Ōkami-gumi. But it was too late by the time it got close enough for the Mafia to shoot. From the helicopter, the Ōkami-gumi members began to rain bullets down on the yacht's deck. From that height alone, the Mafia and Sasori-gumi couldn't do anything but immediately rush back into the yacht. They used this short period to refill and prepare their guns for the war.
The divers had now fully boarded the yacht while the other members let down a ladder from the helicopter and came down one after the other.
The moment most of them had landed on the deck, the mafia and yakuza stepped out of their hiding spots and it turned into a bullet storm. Machine guns here and there. At this point, it was a matter of whoever shot first, would survive. The moment fire was once again opened, many fell either dead or wounded from all three gangs.
Bullets broke through plates, glasses, bottles of alcohol, and everything else. It was a massacre and blood filled the deck in little to no time. While the mafia and yakuza focused on the deck, another group of Ōkami-gumi members was on the way in about 10 more speedboats. All full and coming from the back. The Mafia and Yakuza had absolutely no idea. Luckily, they were still quite a distance away from the yacht.
None of them knew, except for Dalia and Kimura who were in their bedroom and saw them coming towards the yacht, from their window.
"This isn't good. If these ones get to the yacht, then it's over for us," Dalia said.
"No, it's not. Because they are never going to make it here in that number," was her husband's reply.
Kimura pulled away from the window and went towards the bed. Dalia watched him search under it and pull out an ammunition bag. He opened it and pulled out two machine guns and a few grenades. Dalia rushed to his side and began to help him fix the guns.
"My love, you're gonna have to change what you're wearing and wear a bulletproof vest."
"Okay. Let's hurry."
Not having the appropriate attire for a gunfight amongst their belongings, the couple wore whatever was comfortable for them at that moment and ended up unintentionally matching. They both wore, cotton turtlenecks, jeans, and comfortable boots. Kimura was in all black but Dalia's turtleneck was white as well as her fancy boots.
They proceeded to wear bulletproof vests on top of their turtlenecks; the type special forces wore.
