Chapter 6 - The Siege on the Nursery
A violent autumn thunderstorm broke over the estate at 11:00 PM, masking the sound of approaching engines with heavy cracks of thunder and roaring wind.
Inside the estate, all primary lights were cut, plunging the house into tactical darkness lit only by red emergency baseboard LEDs.
Alessandro stood in the central hallway of the second floor, wearing a black tactical vest, holding a suppressed assault rifle. Six of his best men stood behind him.
"Elena and the children are secured in the panic room behind the library," Marcus confirmed, racking the slide of his weapon. "Double-sealed steel doors. No one gets through without the master biometric code."
"Good," Alessandro said, his voice cold as liquid nitrogen. "Leave no one alive."
BOOM!
A localized charge detonated at the estate's heavy oak front doors, blowing them off their hinges in a shower of splinters and iron.
Dozens of Lucchesi hitmen poured into the grand foyer, their automatic weapons spraying bullets into the darkness.
"Fire!" Alessandro commanded.
The hallway erupted into chaos. Alessandro moved with lethal, horrifying efficiency. He laid down suppressive fire from the top of the marble staircase, dropping three attackers in a span of four seconds.
Gunfire echoed like thunder through the stone corridors. Glass shattered, plaster rained down, and the smell of cordite filled the air.
Down in the subterranean panic room, Elena sat on a reinforced bench, clutching Sophia to her chest while holding Mia tightly against her side.
The low thudding of gunfire vibrated through the concrete walls.
Suddenly, a loud metallic screech echoed from the ventilation shaft above the panic room door.
Elena froze, her blood turning to ice.
Someone hadn't tried to break the main door. Someone was coming through the maintenance duct!
The steel ventilation grate was kicked open from the inside, dropping heavy iron dust onto the floor.
A tall, broad man covered in tactical gear slid down from the shaft, landing heavily on his boots. He held a suppressed pistol in his gloved hand.
He raised his tactical goggles.
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Elena looked into his twisted, scarred face—and gasped in pure, unadulterated horror.
"Hello, Elena," Victor Russo sneered, his yellowed teeth bared in a psychotic grin. "Did you miss me?"
