Marco p. o. v
Marco led his men through the darkness, their gazed fixed on the single story building. The building seems like a cozy home for a loving family, easily distracting anyone from suspect a villain to be living in it.
If Marco isn’t aware of the fact that look can be deceitful and hasn’t tracked him down here, then he would have been played.
Marco and his dad walk up to the porch, leaving their men hidden in the darkness. Marco carefully pushed the open the creaky door and silently slipped in. The once dimly lit room was illuminated by the light pouring in through the slightly open door.
They moved steadily, the sounds of their movements weren’t concealed as they wanted to announce their presence. The house wasn’t bare of the enemies, in fact they are in the shadows waiting for the order to end their prey.
If only they knew they picked the wrong prey.
“Freeze.” A voice barked from the shadows, and a figure emerged from the darkness.
Giorgio Russu. A typical average man above fifty, who weighs nothing less than 190 pounds. Wrinkles and fine lines around his eyes, forehead, and mouth.
His receding gray hair gave him a funny look.
Just the person they came for. Giorgio and his two minions emerged from the shadows, one of whom Marco recognized as Michael Bruce.
Marco smirked, he had known Micheal’s earlier approach was a scheme. Now his ulterior motive has been unveiled.
“I see this father-and-son duo is so eager to die.” Giorgio sneered after a moment of tense silence. A sly smile spread across his face.
“Oh?” Marco smirk grimly. “Just like your pawn was played in his game?”
“That incompetent fool, I trusted him to handle you. Can’t believe he failed and got tricked.” Giorgio shook his head disappointed. “Oh well, now that you’ve presented yourself before me, I might as well get this job done. What do you think, Vincenzo?” He directed to Marco’s father.
As Giorgio spoke, Marco’s men moved stealthily into position. Vincenzo was least interested in this wordplay; left to him, Giorgio would be dead already.
“Action speaks louder.” Vincenzo dared.
Just as Vincenzo said those words, loud thuds were heard. Marco’s men flooded the room, some of Giorgio’s men were already laying dead.
Michael Bruce raised his gun, but Marco was quicker. With two swift shots, he hit Michael in both shoulders, instantly disabling him.
Michael screamed in agony as he fell to the ground. Giorgio, enraged, charged at Marco with a knife. But Marco was ready. With a swift kick, he sent Giorgio crashing to the floor. Marco pinned him down, his knee pressed into Giorgio’s chest.
“It’s over,” Marco snarled, his eyes blazing with fury.
“We are not here to kill you. At least, not yet” Vincenzo sneered. “Let’s move it.”
His irritation for this stunt was evident in his expression.
They didn’t just take Giorgio with them, they took Micheal and the other minion with them.
Now it’s Roman’s turn to get the shock of his life.