Page 82 of Mafia Don's Secret Baby

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Matteo Costello

I paced back and forth across the lobby where Marcus and Anthony stood alongside two dozen other men. The plan was simple—storm every goddamned place where the Petrovs had connections and kill everyone.

Marcus had traced Vlad’s call, and Anthony had been at my side, ready to provide any support necessary.

“If they see you, Matteo, they’ll kill her and focus on you.”

My mind reeled as Marcus pinpointed the place where Vlad’s phone had been. The address they’d given had been a decoy. I didn’t doubt that they would obliterate any forces we sent there, so we wouldn’t send any. I delegated my men to every place around town. Just as they had destroyed all Alessio’s businesses, I’d obliterate theirs.

I looked through the window at the building diagonal from us, finding two armed guards surrounding it. There would be at least one sniper in place there, and I knew the interior would be crawling with guards.

I knew that Lilianna was inside.

This building was off the radar and not attached to Vlad in any way. When Marcus had run a search for schematics and ownership, he’d found an old man who had been missing for three months—one who had gambled his life away in the years preceding the disappearance. If it hadn’t been for the call’s trace, we would have never found her.

We knew what had happened. Vlad had likely killed him and used his building for nefarious reasons.

“Is everyone in position?”

Anthony checked his phone and nodded. “We’re ready. He won’t see it coming.”

I turned and checked all the weapons and blades I’d strapped to myself. “Send it.”

Anthony sent off a message, and I watched the building closely. Nobody moved as I leaned against the glass and waited. It felt like a waste of time and energy to wait, especially not knowing what Lilianna could be enduring. Every part of my body yearned to charge inside half-cocked and damn the consequences, but nobody would survive if I did that.

I needed to get her out safely.

It was only a matter of time until word got out about our attacks. They would need all their available teams to aid in stopping Lilianna’s and my men, but there wouldn’t be enough.

Vlad didn’t have enough people to challenge the force that Lilianna and I had assembled.

Marcus chuckled as he scanned the laptop in front of him. “I’ve got a lock on the back camera of the place,” he said. “The front ones were disabled, but the back one is on a closed circuit, and I’m close enough to access it from here.”

“So we have visuals?”

Marcus nodded. “It’s time. We need to catch them when the guards are leaving and before they regroup. It looks like two are going out now.”

I nodded and moved to the back of the building. The exposed sewer grate sent the smell of feces and rot into the building, but I ignored the stench. A dozen of my men went first, clearing the grate and gesturing for the rest of us to join. When we were all inside, Marcus looked down at us.

“You know the plan?”

I nodded, and Anthony spoke. “The third right turn?” he clarified. “It will take me into the neighboring building, right?”

“According to the city’s schematics.”

Anthony would go there and check for a sniper on the roof. It was the only place with a 360-degree view of the building, so if they had a sniper positioned, it would be there. If not…well, Anthony would have a view of all entrances and exits of the building. The rifle strapped to his back would serve a purpose if they managed to call for backup.

The signal jammer that Marcus had given Anthony to throw on the roof would hopefully prevent that.

It had been a plan made quickly and with great difficulty, but it had come together. They couldn’t know we were coming—not if we wanted to get Lilianna out without injury. There were three different entrances, a handful of windows, and a city sewer grate that required annual inspections. We planned to cover all of those entry points as we attacked.

“All our mics are connected?” Marcus asked. I adjusted the earpiece and nodded as his voice fed through it. “I’m getting a good signal now. These are programmed on a different frequency than the jammer. We should have a connection the whole time.”

“Got it,” Anthony replied.

I didn’t say anything. I only nodded and gestured my men forward.

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