Rescued by Darkness

The Hunt

Lorenzo's convoy of black SUVs sped down the highway, slicing through the night like shadows in motion. The mood inside the lead vehicle was tense, the air thick with anticipation. Lorenzo sat in the back seat, his hazel eyes narrowed, jaw clenched tight. His mind was a storm of thoughts, but one thing remained crystal clear—he would bring Alessia and Luciana home. Alive. No matter what it took.

"Boss," Rocco said from the passenger seat, glancing at Lorenzo through the rearview mirror. "We're ten minutes out. The warehouse is heavily guarded, but we've got eyes on the perimeter. The Russians brought in more men."

Lorenzo's eyes darkened. "Good. More bodies for the pile."

Rocco gave a curt nod, knowing better than to try and ease Lorenzo's fury. Everyone in the car knew what this meant. There would be no negotiations, no mercy. Not this time. The men responsible for touching Alessia and Luciana were already dead—they just didn't know it yet.

"Anything on the rat?" Lorenzo asked coldly, his voice as lethal as the weapons they carried.

"Not yet," Rocco replied. "But we've narrowed down the suspects. We'll deal with him soon enough."

Lorenzo's jaw clenched tighter. The betrayal still stung like an open wound. Having a mole in his ranks was unforgivable. Whoever had sold out his family, whoever had opened the gates for the Russians, would pay a steep price.

As the convoy neared the warehouse, Lorenzo's mind flashed to Alessia. He could picture her strong, but scared, trying to stay brave for Luciana. And Luciana... His chest tightened at the thought of his baby girl in those monsters' hands. He could hardly stomach the idea that they might have hurt her. The rage building inside him felt like an inferno, threatening to consume him.

The vehicles came to a halt about a mile from the warehouse. Lorenzo stepped out, adjusting the strap of his bulletproof vest. His men gathered around, awaiting his orders.

"We go in fast," Lorenzo said, his voice hard as steel. "No hesitation. Take out anyone who stands in our way. We don't leave until Alessia and Luciana are safe."

A chorus of nods followed. His men knew the drill. They were loyal to him, had followed him through hell and back. Tonight, they would do it again.

As they approached the warehouse, Lorenzo's pulse quickened. Every step brought him closer to the men who had dared to take what was his. The sight of the warehouse loomed in the distance—a hulking, decrepit building that had seen better days. But now, it served as the staging ground for Lorenzo's fury.

Rocco's voice crackled in his earpiece. "Perimeter secure, Boss. We've got two entrances—front and side. Heavy guards at both."

Lorenzo took a deep breath, steadying his rage. "We go in through the side. Quiet until we're inside. Then we make noise."

His men spread out, flanking the warehouse, moving like shadows in the night. Lorenzo led the charge, his gun gripped tightly in his hand. The cold metal felt familiar, a tool of his trade. But tonight, it wasn't just business. Tonight was personal.

The side door was guarded by two men. Before they could react, Lorenzo's team silenced them, their bodies crumpling to the ground without a sound. The door creaked open, and Lorenzo slipped inside, his senses heightened. The interior of the warehouse was dimly lit, and the air smelled of oil and rust. Somewhere in this building, Alessia and Luciana were being held. Somewhere close.

Rocco gestured toward a staircase leading up to a set of offices. "They're holding them up there," he whispered. "We've got movement—at least four men in the room."

Lorenzo nodded. He motioned for his men to take their positions, surrounding the staircase and readying for the assault. His heart pounded in his chest, his body thrumming with adrenaline. Every second felt like an eternity, each beat of his heart echoing in his ears.

"Go," Lorenzo whispered.

His team moved as one. The sound of boots hitting metal echoed through the warehouse as they stormed the stairs. Lorenzo was at the front, his gun raised, his mind singularly focused on his mission. Bursting through the door, his eyes locked on the scene before him—a makeshift room filled with thugs, but more importantly, **Alessia**, tied to a chair, her face bruised, her eyes wide with fear.

And beside her, **Luciana**. The sight of his baby girl—her tiny, battered body—made Lorenzo's blood boil.

"Daddy's here," Lorenzo growled, his voice low and menacing as he raised his gun. "And you're all dead."

The men barely had time to react before the room exploded in gunfire. Lorenzo's men moved with precision, taking out the Russians one by one. The noise was deafening, the room filled with flashes of light as bullets tore through the air.

Lorenzo moved toward Alessia, his eyes never leaving her. "Alessia!" he shouted over the chaos, his heart pounding as he reached her. Her eyes were full of relief as he cut her bonds.

"They hurt her, Lorenzo," Alessia sobbed, her voice breaking as she cradled Luciana in her arms. 

"They hurt our baby."

Lorenzo's chest tightened as he looked at Luciana, her small face swollen and bruised. A rage unlike anything he had ever felt surged through him, blinding in its intensity. He pressed a kiss to Luciana's forehead, his hand shaking as he held her tiny body.

"It's over now," Lorenzo whispered. "I've got you both."

But even as he said the words, his eyes burned with a fury that would not be extinguished. Not until every last one of the men responsible for this had been wiped from the face of the earth.The sound of footsteps behind him made Lorenzo turn. Rocco stood there, his face grim as he surveyed the bodies littered across the room.

"We got them all, Boss," Rocco said quietly.

Lorenzo nodded, but his heart was still pounding. "We're not done yet," he growled. "There's a rat to find."

Rocco's eyes hardened. "I'll take care of it."

Lorenzo glanced down at Luciana, who had calmed slightly in his arms, her little hand gripping his shirt. His rage softened, if only for a moment. She was safe now. He had them both. But the storm that had been unleashed inside him was far from over.

And when it came to his family, there would be no mercy.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Authors Note: Hey all please vote and leave comments on what you think and if you have any ideas. Please be kind this is my first story.