MY HUSBAND IS A GANGSTER

CHAPTER THRITY-THREE

The Mission

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Neil's point of view
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Now that my baby was here, I was more determined than ever to blow my parents' operations to smithereens. It was time to finish what my brother had started and end their reign of terror.

Marco and I had been working on this for years, meticulously gathering evidence and building our case. Now, with my new son and Rachel, I had more reason than ever to see it through.

I sat in my office, the low hum of the city in the background. My mind was racing with the details of our plan. Marco walked in, his face serious but determined.

"Are we ready?" I asked, looking up at him.

Marco nodded. "We've got everything we need. The boys have been incredible, gathering intel and staying under the radar. We've got enough evidence to bury your parents and their entire operation."

I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger and determination. "Good. We're doing this for Rachel, for our son, and for my brother. This ends now."

Marco placed a hand on my shoulder. "Neil, your brother would be proud. You're doing the right thing."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Let's go over the plan one more time. We can't afford any mistakes."

Marco and I gathered the gang in our underground gym, the place where we trained the city's underprivileged youth to defend themselves. The room was filled with serious faces, each one determined to see justice done.

"Alright, everyone," I began, my voice steady and authoritative. "This is it. We've worked hard to get here, and now it's time to bring them down. We've got the evidence, and we've got the plan. Marco, go over the details."

Marco stepped forward, pulling out a blueprint of my parents' main operation center. "We hit them here," he said, pointing to a heavily fortified warehouse. "It's the heart of their operations. We need to get in, secure the evidence, and get out before they know what hit them."

One of the boys, Carlos, raised his hand. "What about the police? Are they in on this?"

I nodded. "Yes. I've been working with the police for years, thanks to my brother. They're ready to move as soon as we give the signal. This is a coordinated effort. We hit them, secure the evidence, and then the police move in to make the arrests."

The room buzzed with murmurs of approval. The plan was solid, and everyone was ready to do their part.

That night, I lay in bed next to Rachel, who was sleeping peacefully. I gently stroked her hair, thinking about everything we had been through. She had no idea about the details of the plan, and I intended to keep it that way. The less she knew, the safer she would be.

Rachel stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Neil? Is everything okay?"

I smiled down at her. "Yeah, everything's fine. Go back to sleep, love."

She snuggled closer, her warmth giving me a sense of comfort and determination. "I love you," she murmured, before drifting back to sleep.

"I love you too," I whispered, kissing her forehead. "And I promise, I'm going to make this right."

The day of the operation arrived, and I felt a mix of anxiety and determination. This was it. We were finally going to take them down. Marco and I gathered the gang one last time, making sure everyone was ready.

"Remember," I said, looking at each one of them. "This is for all the lives they've ruined. This is for our future. Let's do this."

We moved out, our team splitting into smaller groups to cover more ground. The warehouse loomed ahead, a symbol of everything we were fighting against. My heart pounded as we approached, every muscle in my body tense with anticipation.

Marco gave the signal, and we moved in. The operation was swift and efficient, each of us knowing our role and executing it perfectly. We secured the evidence, careful not to miss anything that could help the police build their case.

As we finished up, I pulled out my phone and sent the signal to the police. Within minutes, the sound of sirens filled the air, and police swarmed the warehouse.

I watched as my parents were led out in handcuffs, their faces a mixture of shock and anger. My father glared at me, but I stood my ground, meeting his gaze with a cold determination.

"This is for my brother," I said quietly, more to myself than to him. "And for my family."

Later that night, I returned home, exhausted but relieved. Rachel was waiting for me, a worried look on her face.

"Is it over?" she asked, her eyes searching mine.

I nodded, pulling her into a tight embrace. "It's over. They're done."

She let out a sigh of relief, holding me close. "Thank God."

I looked down at her, my heart swelling with love and gratitude. "We did it, Rachel. We're free."

She smiled up at me, tears of joy in her eyes. "We did it together."

As we stood there, holding each other, I knew that this was just the beginning. We had a long road ahead of us, but for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful. We had a future, and it was going to be a bright one.

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