Chapter 127: Battle at the Door
Alessandro and Romano ran like twin shadows darting through the smoke-tinted air, guns cocked in their hands as their unyielding gazes could almost pierce steel.
Alessandro's voice. "Ready?"
Romano's eyes gleamed with fierce "Always”.
The metallic click, sweet serenade to their ears, as each man cocked his weapon in quick, practiced motions. They moved to stand in front of the mayhem, stepping into the fray as their loyal guards moved to flank them, forming a barrier. Alessandro's men surged around him and Romano like a well-oiled machine, weapons aimed for deadly precision.
The shots started ringing out in brutal succession, every blast echoing across the yard. In tandem, Alessandro and Romano moved, firing with practiced precision as deadly as their focus. Masked and ruthless, attackers tried to push their way forward against an impenetrable defense.
Stay close!" Alessandro yelled to his men as the bullets whizzed past, some of the shots ricocheting off the stone walls of the mansion. Romano dropped into a crouch, taking aim at the tires of the black SUVs that brought the attackers in. His shot was faultless, piercing the rubber with a hiss as the vehicle buckled under its weight.
"Nice shot!" Alessandro beamed, turning to repeat the action and putting another car out of commission, cutting off their route for retreat.
A scream tore through the air as one of the attackers realized his vulnerability. Alessandro's men surged forward, taking advantage of the development as their relentless counterattack sent enemy ranks scattering.
One of the more daring attackers sprang forward, a blade glinting in his hand. Alessandro dodged quickly, grasping the man's arm and twisting it with a merciless effectiveness. The man yelped in pain, the blade clattering to the ground. Alessandro didn't hesitate; he went down with a blow from the butt of his gun, turning to face the next attacker.
Romano fought beside him-liquid, frenzied motions that met every attack with a calculated strike. He ducked under one wild swing; the fist connected with his shoulder. Romano spun and let go of a meaty punch that sent the attacker backward. He didn't stop then and there but carried on to fire another shot, his eyes radiating satisfaction as the man dropped to the ground.
Looks like they did not count on us to fight back, Romano said with a dark grin that pulled at the edge of his mouth.
Good, Alessandro replied- voice sharp, "Let them see what happens when they step onto our territory.
As the last of the attackers was cornered, Alessandro's men closed in, their guns trained on him with steady determination. Their leader, a man with a gash running across his cheek, was crawling in the dirt with desperation, trying to drag himself to the mangled SUV with his injured leg trailing uselessly behind him.
Alessandro strode over, his boots crunching on the gravel as he stopped beside the man, his face cold as stone and furious. He placed a firm foot on the man's injured leg and pressed down with a merciless weight.
The man screamed-half in pain, half in rage-"Ahh! Get off me!"
Alessandro looked down unblinkingly at him, his voice in a deadly whisper. "Who sent you?
His face twisted into a grimace, but there was a sneering curl to his lips. "You think I'll tell you anything?"
Alessandro leaned harder upon him, his eyes narrowing. "Talk, or this will be the least of your pain."
The man spat defiantly onto the ground. "You're a fool if you think you scare me. This is just the beginning.
Alessandro turned to Romano, who had been watching with his arms folded, his gun loosely in his hand but ready. Alessandro nodded, and Romano stepped closer to take the phone from Alessandro's pocket. He dialed a number, raising the phone to the attacker's ear.
A few rings later, a voice responded—silk smooth, chilled. "So, have you completed your task?"
Kicking underneath Alessandro's weight, his attacker released a pained breath. "They're stronger than you said… I-I-"
The voice on the other end of the line coldly laughed. "Oh, did I underestimate them? What a shame. Consider this war, Alessandro. A war you can't win."
His eyes narrowed and his grip on the gun tightened. "Whoever you are, you have just made the biggest mistake of your life.
The voice at the other end only laughed again before the line went dead.
Alessandro slipped the phone back into his pocket, his expression unreadable as he turned to Romano. "Looks like they're declaring war."
Romano's jaw clenched, his gaze darkening. "Well, we'll give them one they'll never forget."
Turning to the attacker on the ground, Romano raised the gun and, in a voice with no hint of mercy, said, "This is for thinking you could get on our turf and threaten us."
His eyes now wide, the beginning of his fear broke through his mask of defiance. Romano pulled the trigger before another word was said. The shot echoed through the yard, and the man slumped to the ground-lifeless.
Romano glared at Alessandro, his voice firm. "We need to fortify the mansion. Whoever's behind this, they won't stop with one attack."
Alessandro nodded. He was already thinking of further moves he would make. "Agreed. It's not just about them coming after us-they want everyone close to us to suffer." His mind sprinted to Jacqueline and Ariel, to the unwavering strength of Grandma Penelope. "We have to protect everyone.
Romano laid a hand on his shoulder. "We're in this together, Alessandro. They will come to regret the day they ever try to test us."
Alessandro's eyes were as cold as ice, fire burning inside, as he took stock of the wreckage around them. "Then let's make sure of it. From now on, nobody so much as breathes around this place unless we know.
"Let's go back inside," Romano said after a moment. "The girls will be worried."
Alessandro nodded, once again looking out at the yard filled with fallen attackers. "Let them know we won't back down. They may think they're ready for war, but they have no idea who they're up against."
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