ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ (*Completed*)

Chapter: 49

Nemesis Ferrari

The plan was dangerous, but it was our only option. Dante was right—we needed to hit our father hard and fast. The shipment was our chance to do that.

Over the next few days, we prepared meticulously. We gathered intel, mapped out the location, and trained for every possible scenario. The tension was palpable, but so was the determination.

The night of the raid, we moved swiftly. Dressed in black, we approached the warehouse under the cover of darkness. Dante and I took the lead, with Aria close behind.

The warehouse was a fortress, but we were ready. With precision and coordination, we took out the guards one by one, making our way to the heart of the operation.

Inside, the air was thick with the smell of sweat and metal. Crates of weapons and drugs were stacked high, a testament to the scale of my father's empire.

"This is it," Dante said, his voice barely audible over the hum of machinery.

We set to work, planting explosives on the crates. Time was of the essence, and every second counted. As we worked, a sense of urgency and adrenaline coursed through my veins.

Just as we were finishing, the sound of footsteps echoed through the warehouse. We froze, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.

"Get down!" I hissed, pulling Aria behind a stack of crates.

A group of guards entered, their voices low and tense. They were on high alert, and it was only a matter of time before they found us.

Dante signaled for us to move. We slipped through the shadows, our movements silent and deliberate. As we reached the exit, I glanced back, my heart pounding.

We were almost out when a shout rang out. "Intruders!"

The warehouse erupted into chaos. Gunfire echoed through the space, and we dove for cover. My mind raced, the mission hanging by a thread.

"Go! Get out of here!" Dante yelled, firing back at the guards.

Aria and I sprinted for the exit, bullets whizzing past us. Nemesis covered our retreat, his determination unwavering.

As we burst through the doors, the warehouse behind us exploded in a deafening roar. Flames lit up the night sky, a fiery testament to our defiance.