Chapter 6 - Siege at Federal HillOutside, the quiet luxury of Federal Hill exploded into chaos.
Three heavy armored vans smashed through the iron gates of the Romano estate, tires squealing against the cobblestones. Masked gunmen burst out of the vehicles, automatic rifles raised, opening fire on Allessandro's perimeter security.
TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
Glass shattered across the front facade of the mansion. Bullets tore into the ancient stone pillars. Allessandro’s men returned fire from behind the parked SUVs, tactical training taking over as loud gunshots echoed through the autumn air.
Inside the study, Allessandro didn't even flinch at the sound of gunfire. He reached under his desk, pulled out a heavy black custom Kimber .45 pistol, racked the slide with a crisp clack, and flicked off the safety.
"Antonio moved faster than I expected," Allessandro growled. "He knows the poison failed. He's going for a full takeover."
"We have twelve men inside the house, Boss," Matteo reported, radioing his captains. "We can hold the main foyer, but they brought heavy firepower!"
"Hold the foyer!" Allessandro commanded. "I'm going upstairs to get Isabella. She's not leaving this house alive unless she gives me the names of every Moretti caporegime involved in this."
Allessandro moved through the side hallways with lethal grace, a dark shadow navigating the grand mansion he had called home for ten years. The heavy gunfire below echoed off the high ceilings, creating a deafening orchestra of violence.
He reached the grand staircase leading to the master suite. But as he stepped onto the landing, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold.
It wasn't the sound of men fighting downstairs. It was the frantic, panicked cry of a child echoing from the west wing.
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"MAMA! HELP ME!"
Allessandro stopped dead in his tracks. Emma.
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