"See them yet?" Matteo asks, impatiently tapping his fingers on the wheel.
"Still noth—there! Mom has her!"
Roman's drones fly overhead, cameras pointed towards Bianca's bike.
"Mom! She's on the road!" Matteo yells out to his mother.
"Fuck. I can't see her anymore. Big trees are blocking me."
"It'll be fine."
Minutes go by, but Bianca never comes while her awaiting family begins to worry.
"I'll be right back. Don't move."
Shortly after Mariana disappears, the drones pick up on a new vehicle speeding away; emerging from a spot unknown to anyone but the Ivanovs on the other side of the estate.
"Matteo," Roman nudges his cousin then gestures to the screen.
"Do we go after them?"
"Nah. It's probably just some runners. And we have people on that road anyway.
Hardly a minute later,
"Bianca's hurt! Alina's gone too! I ne—"
Matteo's already speeding in the direction of the Ivanov's car that holds their sister inside.
Roman's brain doesn't register the injured state of his mother—it couldn't. A switch in his head clicked upon hearing Alina was taken. He was sent into a frenzy.
"Matteo Giuseppe turn around right now!" Mariana's voice rings out over the channel.
"We have to go after them! They have Alina, Ma!"
"They got our guys on the road! You're alone out there! Return right fuc—"
Matteo yanks off his earpiece and throws it out the window; internally wincing at the thought of his future punishment.
Quickly brushing off the unpleasant idea, "how far?" he asks.
"Way too far."
"WaY TOo faR," Matteo mocks. "Fuck it."
The young driver stomps down on the gas, accelerating the car to its max. The engine roars and Roman's body slams back into his seat from the sudden force.
"What the fuck man!? If we go over ice we're dead!"
"So use your fucking robots to do something about it!"
"sO uSe yOUr FucKiNg rOboTs."
Glancing down at his screen, a new disturbance makes itself known to his drones, they're under fire and one has fallen.
"Roman! Can you hear me?" Alessandro's static voice asks through the channel.
"If you want us to turn back, too late."
"That's an order you—," Alessandro voice cuts out.
"We're on our own, no signal."
Matteo takes a sharp turn, just skimming the edge of the road, nearly landing into the snowy ditch below. Roman's head almost making contact with the window.
"Fuck you! Do you even know how exactly are we getting Alina from them?"
"We j—oh."
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Alina
Fiction généraleThe Lombardi family is the most notorious group in the crime world. They rule both the American and Italian mafias and have many others bowing at their feet. Lombardis show no mercy to anyone who gets in their way. Alina is just shy of 4 years old...
