114- Take Back What is Ours

Lucus

Lost within my thoughts do I move to sit within my overly large chair within my office. My hands currently cleaning my favorite gun. A gun that I once received as a gift from my late grandfather. The handle no longer a dazzling white pearl from all my years of holding it within my hands.

Grant and Alex both within the room as they both go over instructing the men about the upcoming mission. These men acting like our 2nd top tier commanders during this operation.

Our men each going through rigorous training and sometimes even more lethal and advanced trainings than those that we had within our special task force and our black op force combined. Men such as these were deadly and good at what they did. It’s why we pay them exceptionally well.

“Alright everyone, listen up” chimes Alex, his eyes scanning over the men as he moves to speak to those present. “The moment we reach the 500 meter mark of the compound we’ll no longer be able to communicate with one another. Not until we make it to the main house. Only then will communication continue. Tony, however, is trying to fix that problem as we speak. And remember, kill on site. Leave no stone unturned. Anyone who isn’t a woman or child must be killed. Leave no room for interrogations or error.”

“Yes Boss” shout the men as they continue to listen to both Alex and Grant.

“Good. As you know this mission is meant to be simple so there’s no room for failure. The goal, find our Queen. Isabella is our main top priority. No casualties if we can help it. Keep your eyes and ears open. And stay aware of your surroundings. These fucking assholes are just as lethal and just as deadly as each of you and they won’t hesitate to kill you on site” barks Alex once more.

The poor man barely eating let alone sleeping. Too consumed with studying the Salvatore and the Manocchino fortress to do anything else. Not even my mother could get him to eat or sleep, which surprised even me.

“Yes Boss” yell the men again.

Once satisfied with the responses that he got does he move to dismiss them. “Go then. Inform your men. We leave in t-minus 1 hour” replies Grant just as the men all move to leave. The door closing behind them as they do.

With eyes now trained on both of my brothers do I move to watch as Grant moves over to the bar. Making himself a drink, The whiskey pouring nicely from within the glass decanter before moving to sit back down upon the sofa. His mind elsewhere as he releases a tired sigh.

Each of us feeling the other one’s pain. Isabella being the glue that held each of us together. Figuratively speaking of course. But when it came down to Isabella, it was like being able to breathe freely. Like a mid-summer breeze. My heart always excited to see her along with my family. Her presence although sassy mixed with a touch of spunk made each of us want to come home. To her.

Her body perfect in every possible aspect as if made specifically for each of us made me want to slam my own cock right into her tight ass pussy. To mark her pretty body as mine and no one else’s. Well except maybe my brothers. Each of us knowing firsthand just how “inexperienced” she was, made her both sweet and amazing. Each of us happy just knowing that she was still pure only made us want her more but agreed to take things slow.

For not only was she a fast learner. But she was also becoming our perfect little submissive as well as our own little pain slut. That alone made her perfect in our eyes.

But… ever since she was captured, everyone’s been on edge. Tempers a lot shorter and fuses much higher. A pain always deep within my chest whenever I sat there and thought of her and the way she could light up a room with just her smile.

Even after everything we did to her, Isabella still gave each of us a chance. The saying, “All good things must come to an end” yeah well it fucking sucks donkey dick. Our one good thing within this dark world was her. Our Isabella and now she was gone. Like the wind. Taken.

Damn it.

Reaching for the little purple box within my desk do Grant and Alex both share a knowing look with one another, both aware of what I was doing.

Sighing, I move to put the box back inside. Deciding to finish cleaning my gun before loading it with a round of bullets. Making sure to take extra ammo with me as needed. Upon finishing do I move to stand up. Stretching my limbs as I do. My eyes now on Grant and Alex.

“Ready to kick some ass and bring home our girl?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m so ready it’s not even funny anymore” grins Alex, quick to rise to his feet as he moves to grab his jacket from a nearby chair. Grant quick to follow once he places his now empty glass down upon the table. My body soon following after both of them as we move to get ready.

A couple of hours later do we all move to stand within one of our many airplane hangars. 50 or so men now standing along with us. Each man an elite fighter who were both brave and fierce.

All of us dressed in complete black. Bullet proof vest adorning our bodies as we dress in the specialized clothes designed by Tony and his team. The clothes meant to look and feel light weight but could instantly heat up to the equivalence of 10 winter coats. Wool coats to be more exact. They were also designed to hold special electronical devices. Like James Bond. A smile rising at the thought of being a spy and going on a mission to save the girl.

But if only it was that simple though. Now armed with weapons and a plan do we move to set our plan into action. Tony currently with us at the moment, having wanted to see us off since he wasn’t allowed to join us.

His body still recovering even after doing everything that the doctor had suggested to him. His body still fighting for control as he’s forced into using a cane to help him walk. Mom offering him a wheelchair but refused it, opting for a sleek black cane instead.

“Bring her back safely. Bring our girl home” whispers Tony, carefully moving to hug each of us as he does. Each of us knowing just how badly he wanted to come but couldn’t. So instead of feeling left out Tony opted for monitoring the whole operation from the safety of his nerd cave.

“We will. Trust us.”

Offering him a quick smile do we all move to climb into the airplane. Dust now floating into the air as the plane moves to leave.

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Angel

Sitting silently within the training room with Caleb do we both mentally prepare for what’s about to happen. Each of us moving to sharpen a few of our throwing knives as we wait patiently for our men to setup our targets.

Muffled cries now sounding behind us as they try to remove their gags. Caleb and I trying hard to ignore their sounds as we attempt to focus.

Each of us feeling a bit conflicted over the last few weeks since Isabella’s sudden arrival. Antonio along with Angelo, Lucia and Vincent always making sure that we both kept busy. And by busy I mean inspecting properties or watching over shipments as they arrived.

Usually this only ever happened when they needed to be within the main house with Isabella. Only then were we then told to handle these tasks for them.

A part of me always hating myself for how much both Caleb and I deceived her. For leading her on. Caleb as well as I both knew that it was wrong, yet we couldn’t seem to stop ourselves. Even when we knew that she’d eventually hate us once she found out the truth about us.

Biting my lip I move to think back to when Caleb and I were little. Antonio and Angelo were essentially all we had while growing up, both our parents abandoning us when we were very little. Then came Vincent and Lucia and together they managed to enroll us within a school. Each of us tasked with finding a girl named Isabella Moretti. Unsure why, me and Caleb both move to nod our heads and do what were told to do.

Antonio and his brothers then calling us at night to keep tabs on us. Each night one of them would call and then ask about her specifically. And like every night Caleb and I would tell them everything that we could, including all the confided information.

But by the time summer had arrived Caleb and I had just turned 13. Caleb only slightly older than me as Antonio and his brothers decided to move us back to the compound. Explaining that we both needed to train so that we could protect Isabella from danger. Making sure she stayed pure for them as well.

Antonio further explaining that one day, Isabella would become our new sister even though Caleb and I weren’t related in the least we were still considered family. So that meant during the summer Caleb, and I would train while Isabella was home with both her parents.

Of course, once summer ended would we both return back to Isabella as if nothing ever changed. Always bonding with one another until we were each joined at the hip like Antonio and his brothers. That was until Lucus, and his brothers managed to arrive. Each of them snatching up Isabella like candy. Caleb and I both shocked and saddened when we saw it. Unsure if we’d ever see her again.

Then, magically, one day she managed to return to us. Except it was all short lived once Lucus managed to find us. Storming my place without a care. Panic surging through us as Caleb and I attempted to get her to safety only to be captured. Their torture brutal but not as brutal when Antonio or his brother sunk their claws into you.

A piece of me glad that Lucifer was there to help keep the ruse. Because if it weren’t for him, I don’t think either Caleb or I would have lived. Having both been shot in the head by both Lucus and Grant took both of us exactly 6 months to recover within the hospital.

Once healed though, Antonio made sure to up both of our training so as not to make past mistakes like that in the future. A future where we would fight to keep Isabella with us.

Laying my throwing knives down do my eyes move to see Luca. His face solemn over the last few days as well. Concern now rising as I move to nudge Caleb who blinks before also spotting Luca as well.

“Hey Luca, is everything okay?” asks Caleb, his tone casual as he tries to figure out what’s wrong. Luca like an unofficial grandfather to many and an unofficial father to others.

“No Caleb. I’m afraid not” answers Luca before sighing. “Antonio put Isabella within the dark room.”

Pausing, I attempt to hope that I heard him correctly. “Are you serious?” I yell out, my voice startling Caleb as I do. “The dark room? Are you sure?”

Glancing over towards me I secretly wished I wasn’t already familiar with how Antonio and his brothers worked. Because had someone else told me that, I would have laughed at them and called them crazy. But I refrained from doing so. As the dark room was their own personal level of hell.

A room built to toy with your mind as they slowly tortured you. Leaving you broken before they slowly killed you. Attempting not to worry or panic do I try not to think about Antonio and what he could be doing to Isabella within that room. Hoping that all they would do was break her spirit and not her in general. At least, that was my hope anyways.

“Yeah. I’m dead serious” replies Luca before looking at his watch. “Look. I got to run. Got someplace I need to be. We’ll talk soon” then with nothing else to say does Luca move to leave the room.

Caleb and I now grabbing our knives. Each of us pissed with Antonio and his brothers. The sons of bitches promising us that they wouldn’t hurt her. How dare they lie to us. To me. The bastards!