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~Checkmate~

Third Person POV:

Everyone was on edge. Different outcomes swirling around in their minds of how tonight could end. There was too much riding on this. Kalani's life and wellbeing, Miko's as well, Armando's entire operation. If this went south, everything was ruined.

The guys were nervous. They had no idea what they were walking into, just that Kali was in danger and they had to be there to save her. To find her. To bring her home. None of them would leave Italy until they found her, even if what they found was worse than anything they could think of.

The ride to this mysterious warehouse was daunting. The thought of what they could find when they got there made them all feel uneasy. Cecilio was a twisted, sorry excuse of a man. He had no rules against doing bad things to anyone. Age, race, looks, none of it mattered. He was a freak of nature, one that needed to be put down like the dirty animal he was.

"Can I ask you four something?" Armando asked, glancing at the four men in the backseat of his all black SUV. They were, again, sitting on top of each other uncomfortably.

"I guess." Nick shrugged, trying to sound and look as unbothered as possible. But on the inside? He was falling apart. His mind was a foggy mess and he couldn't stop picturing something terrible happening to Kali. He wasn't ready to lose her yet.

"You all love her, right? And she feels the same way?" Armando asked. He'd only met Kali twice but he knew she was a good person, someone who had no business wrapped up in any of this. Did she feel the same way these random men felt? Did she love them, or was there something else to the story?

"Yes. Why are you asking?" Austin grumbled, hating the question.

"Just curious. We're almost there." Armando shrugged as he turned around. His right hand man, Nico was driving. Nico was skeptical of the entire situation. He didn't trust easily and he definitely didn't like helping strangers he knew nothing about. But if Armando said to help them, that's exactly what he would do.

They made it to the warehouse in the next 5 minutes. Three black cars followed them closely, all of them belonging to Armando's team. They were all skilled marksmen, most of them had served in the military at a young age before finding their way to the Spanish mafia.

Armando had spent years trying to rebuild everything his father had before him. After the death of both his parents, he was stuck. He had a little sister to take care of and a business to run. He wasn't ready, not truly. That's how the Spanish mafia fell off the map. But he was going to reclaim his spot and make everyone remember just how dangerous they really were.

Everyone had gotten out of the car, standing outside the building, waiting for Armando's instructions. This had to be quick, clean, and precise. There was no room for mistakes or even the smallest misstep. There was too much riding on this.

"Nico, irás por la entrada trasera con nuestros invitados y los harás entrar por allí. Mantente fuera de la vista y no hagas ningún movimiento hasta que yo lo diga. El resto de ustedes vendrá conmigo." Armando spoke, glancing to his left at Nico.
(Nico, you will go around the back entrance with our guests and bring them in through there. Stay out of sight and don't make a move until I say so. The rest of you will be with me.)

"No estamos aquí solo por Miko; también estamos aquí por un amigo mío. Hay que sacar a ambos a salvo; si las cosas se tuercen, saquen primero a la chica. Miko sabe cuidarse solo." All of Armando's men nodded in understanding, securing their weapons before tucking them away.
(We're not just here for Miko, we're here for a friend of mine as well. Both of them are to be brought out safely, if this goes south get the girl first. Miko can handle himself.)