Chapter 44
The stormy Italian night was suddenly ripped apart by the deafening roar of suppressed automatic gunfire. The Corsican hit squad, equipped with panoramic night-vision goggles and advanced tactical weaponry, advanced systematically through the lush, rain-slicked rows of the vineyard, zeroing in on the fortified villa. However, they had severely underestimated the sleeping monster they had come to slay.
Dante and Matteo—despite the latter’s bleeding shoulder—formed a lethal, synchronized crossfire. Dante utilized his intimate knowledge of the estate’s terrain to set up devastating ambushes. Every single shot he fired from his suppressed rifle was executed with millimeter-perfect precision, dropping the intruders the moment they crossed the stone archway of the courtyard. The relentless crackle of gunfire shattered the absolute tranquility of the Tuscan countryside, turning the garden into a killing field.
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Deep beneath the earth in the wine cellar, Maya sat huddled in the darkest corner, holding Sophia tightly in her arms. The eight-year-old girl was shaking violently but refused to cry. "Maya... is daddy going to be okay?" Sophia whispered, calling her by her first name instead of 'Mom'—a subtle, enduring habit from their very first connection at the restaurant.
"Your father is the strongest man in the world, Sophia. He and Uncle Matteo are going to chase all the bad men away," Maya soothed, though her right hand gripped the heavy handle of her pistol so tightly her knuckles turned white. The terrifying whistle of bullets echoing through the floorboards above served as a brutal reminder that no matter how far they ran, the blood of the past always found a way to knock on their door.
