Chapter 7 - The Strike at Lake Como
The final hideout of the Corvo Syndicate leadership was discovered three weeks later—a fortified villa on the isolated cliffs of Lake Como.
Alessandro assembled a strike force of two hundred elite Moretti soldiers, flanked by armored speedboats and tactical helicopters.
Before he left Villa Moretti that evening, Alessandro entered our suite wearing full tactical gear. He knelt before Emma, who was sitting on the rug holding Mr. Bunny.
“I have a mission for you while I’m away, Emma,” Alessandro said softly, pulling a small silver badge stamped with the Moretti crest from his pocket. He pinned it to her shirt. “You are the commander of the house while I’m gone. Keep your mother safe.”
Emma stood up straight, saluting him with adorable seriousness. “Yes, Daddy!”
Alessandro froze. His dark eyes widened slightly, a profound wave of emotion washing over his usually stoic features. Daddy.
He pulled Emma into a tight hug, holding her close for a long moment before standing up to face me.
He pulled me into his arms, kissing me hard and fast. “If anything goes wrong, Marco will take you to the airport. Do not wait for me.”
“Don't speak like that,” I sobbed, clutching his tactical vest. “You come back to us, Alessandro Moretti. You come back to your family.”
“Always,” he promised.
The assault on Lake Como was legendary.
For four hours, the night sky over the lake was lit up by tracer fire and explosions. Alessandro led the ground assault himself, smashing through the heavy iron gates of the Corvo stronghold, taking down rival lieutenants one by one with lethal precision.
The supreme leader of the Corvo—a ruthless mercenary named Victor—was cornered in the villa’s boathouse.
Victor held a detonator connected to explosives set along the cliffside, grinning wildly as blood dripped from his face. “You’re too late, Moretti! I’ll blow this whole mountain into the lake!”
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Alessandro didn't waste time talking. He raised his sidearm and fired a single, precise round straight through Victor’s forehead before the man’s finger could press the button.
The Corvo Syndicate was dead. The threat to our family was extinguished forever.
