Third Person

"Ready?" Alessandro asked more like said to Marco as they stopped a couple of blocks away from the territory they were about to strike.

More than 10 jeeps stopped following their actions. Each jeep was full of 8 men fully armed with military weapons and deadly explosives. It had always been hard to tell if a man in the mafia was nervous or not, they just hid it too well.

"I haven't been more ready in my life. andiamo quei polloni cazzo." (Let's get those cock suckers.) Marco spoke with confidence within him as he smirked his in famous smirk.

This was a time of life and death.

Another car came up beside theirs, it was the second bullet proof car.

"Ok let's do this then." Alessandro said pulling the cigar out of his mouth and throwing it on the road and starting the car driving up to the big metal gates of the mansion that was about to be under attack. The other cars started following their lead.

One man gave the men or also known as the snipers on the roofs of other buildings the signal to be ready. One men dialed the phone to some other man asking about the position of the police station to make sure that everything that they had planned was going accordingly.

After receiving confirmation from everyone the men didn't wait to look at each other, all they did was hit the pedal and sped their way to the mansion ahead of them, before they reached the gates two explosives went off weakening the hold of the gates and the bullet proof rovers broke down the gates on full speed. After breaking down the gates everywhere it was chaos as the jeeps behind the rovers sped their way into the mansion through the bulldozed gates.

Bullets were flying through the air as bombs were dropped everywhere on people ending their lives. The french's men were decreasing 10 times faster then the Italians because of the unexpected attack.

The bullet proof rovers after bulldozing the gates didn't stop but instead drove up the stairs of the mansion to enter it killing every French man that was coming in its way. It was a time in which every man felt no mercy towards the enemy, felt nothing but rage and hatred.

Alessandro and Marco looked at one another one last time before cocking their guns and shooting every single man of the French Mafia. Seeing the coast was clear in the foyer they stepped out of their cars careful about every single move they made. Going over to each dead body they found they shot it in the head just to make sure that they were dead.

While Alessandro and Marco with their family were on it to kill them Chauncey and Ayer were standing back to back in the upper lounge.

The coast was clear and the Italians inched closer to the other areas of the mansion. 15 went right and 15 went left with 5 left behind in the foyer for backup of any kind and to make sure of any sudden attacks.

The snipers did their job of killing every French man in their sight and 5 then left their positions as 7 of them stayed for precaution of any sudden move of the French.

Every man was on alert. Just like the movie 'Olympus has fallen' quoted, we are never stronger than when we are tested.

More than 30 men with Alessandro and Marco joined them to go upstairs. Marco signaled 6 men to take a right and check every room and 6 men to take a left and check every room.

The Italians mission was to kill every French man in sight. Alessandro signaled 6 more men to stay at their spot and keep an eye out.

Alessandro and Marco stuck together as the walked the hallways of the mansion.

Ayer and Chauncey were more afraid than ever. Ayer kept an eye out for the Italians that were now inching towards the lounge where they were in hiding from the enemy with very few of their men that were left.

Most of the men were killed outside when they first arrived.

Marco Enzo

Al and I inched towards the upper lounge slowly and cautiously. Not even a second later screams, guns being fired and the sound of grenades being thrown and exploding were being heard from where hey had once come.

One of the men that came with us turned around as he walked backwards keeping an eye out for any movement of the French from the back.

Before we could take the turn for the lounge we pushed our backs up the wall.

Al nodded at me and I handed him the grenade to throw in the lounge. There was no way that no man would be hiding in the lounge. The way that there were symmetrical walls and cabinets, men had to be hiding there.

As soon as the grenade exploded we came into the sight to see several French men running around with a gun in the hand. We didn't wait and charged towards them.

A man came running toward me with a knife and I shot him before he could reach me and as well as the man who was behind me wanting to shoot me.

Every second that I was fighting with these men all I thought about was that this was for my family and this was for Bella. One of the very few women I cared about.

"RPG!" Jenoah yelled coming into the lounge where I was fighting a man with my knife. I didn't look at Jenoah and slit the mans throat and covered myself up with him and hid behind the expensive 5 person sofa.

The RPG came flying into the large room as everyone took a cover giving me a chance to see that the second in command and the third In command, Ayer and Chauncey were in this very room as well. This was getting better and better. It seemed like Al noticed that too because of his smirk because this was something that we had been waiting for.

My ears were ringing loudly because of the sound of the RPG exploding in the room since I was in a close range. After some while it had gotten well just like everyone else.

I would take Ayer and Al would take Chauncey. Scene of the day. Well technically the second best scene of the day because Bella slitting Albelino's throat and torturing Albelino would be the best.

"Sir abbiamo un problema. Gli irlandesi sono qui."

(Sir we have a problem. The Irish are here.)

One of my men said speaking into the handheld transceiver, in easy words, into the Walkie Talkie. I expected something like this to happen and so did Al, plans never go accordingly and that's something you get used to when you're in the mafia and you know that someone will know your next move or there will always be a problem or a rock in the plan when it's going accordingly.

This one was the worst which I had prepared for. The Irish. Now I wanted to stick my knife into Sullivan's head more than Ayers at the moment.

(Sullivan is the mafia king of the Irish in case you forgot.)

"Fanculo." I cursed as my temper dialed to 11.

"inviare i russi!" I yelled over the walking talkie.

(Send the Russians in!)

Not even a second later of me saying that loud and frequent sounds of more explosives being thrown and guns being fired followed by the sound of the cries, screams and pleas of the men begging for the life and asking the other not to end it, to let them live.

But they should have known that they picked the wrong side. So wrong team bitch. You're going to die.

It was every family for itself now.

"Non uccidere Sullivan se egli è visto. Io lo voglio per me. Questo è un ordine!"

(Don't kill Sullivan if he is seen. I want him for Myself. This is an order!)

I spoke again in the walkie talkie making myself clear.

"Sì, signore, ei russi sono."

(Yes sir, and the Russians are in.)

The man informed me and I took a deep breath from my nose and then released it from my mouth feeling slightly better.

I reloaded my gun and so did Al and we both stood up at the same time shooting the French men that were left except Ayer and Chauncey. They both knew what was coming for them and had to be prepared because what was coming towards them wasn't going to be like Katy Perry's California Girls Music Video. Most men would faint while watching it if they were super horny.

"Put the guns down gentlemen. Fight like a real man." Ayer spoke in his thick annoying French accent and I couldn't help but notice how Bella's French accent was ten times more sexier because his was far from that.

Stop comparing accents idiot! Fight those cats!

My conscience said yelling at me in my head and I smirked before placing my gun into his holster and taking outta my knife.

Ayer smirked at the sight of my knife and took one of his own out.

"Now it wouldn't be fair if only one of us has a knife Marco." He said in a pure evil tone and Al chuckled.

"Who said we play fair asshole." Al said and placed his knife back into its holder and cracked his knuckles showing that he was going to fight this with muscle not weapons.

That's why he was one of my favorites.

Chauncey copied Al and placed his knife back as well as his gun and lunged at him the same time Ayer lunged at me.

I stepped aside as he tried to plunge his knife into my gut and grabbed his arm twisting it then quickly getting on my knees and pulling them down to my shoulders with a lot of force breaking his arm.

"You could give up right now and I could spare you Ayer. I actually really want to." I said playing with my knife as he fell to his knees and then his butt grilling on his knife with pained look on his face.

I didn't care. He's a part of the French and he broke Bella's trust. He's going to die for this.

I looked over at Alessandro who was fighting Chauncey. Till this moment all he actually did was block Chauncey's every attack pissing him off. Al's movements were way more faster than Chauncey's. Almost as fast as mine which made beating him harder than it actually seemed because he was also very built as well.

"Come on fight me you little pussy!" Chauncey yelled as he threw some dabs at Al frustrated at him, his anger growing.

I turned back to Ayer to see him grunting and he took his knife and tried to slit my throat but because of my fast reflexes I dodged him with only a single scratch on my cheek because of him.

I touched the scratch with my finger and turned to him as I saw a drop of blood on my finger front he scratch.

"Like I said I could spare you and you could give up but... that's just not how I do stuff." I said smirking and stuck my knife in his throat twisting and turning it letting blood come out.

The blood fell on the floor, on my ace and on my clothes which actually made me glad that I hadn't worn an expensive shirt. It wouldn't been ruined.

I looked over at Al again and he was smirking as Chauncey slay on the floor dragging himself away from Al. Al was pissed of, you could tell by his clenched diss even though his face wore a smirk.

"Look who's being a pussy now." He said as he walked towards him and pressed on his injured ankle making him scream in agony. Al took his knife out instead of his gun because we try to save as many bullets as we can and slit his throat letting his blood pool the expensive granite floor.

"You good?" I asked him placing my hand over his shoulder and he nodded.

"Never better."

We came out of the now bloody and destroyed lounge and went to other rooms of the house but most of them contained dead bodies. The ones that were still alive we made sure that they were dead by sticking our knives in their heads. That's just how things in the Italian Mafia are done baby.

As we came into the sight of the foyer heavy gun fights were going on and Al and I joined in.

I could see Romano and Jenoah on the left shooting the Irish. The kings that captured my tension most was the gun wound on Romano's leg. The next most disturbing and horrifying thing was the sound of my sisters scream, of my Marie's scream.

From her scream even Al became alert as he searched for her location.

"Marco right side near the hallway next to the table!" He yelled over the loud noise of guns and explosives. I didn't hesitate or waste a second before looking at that direction.

She was fighting a big bulky man who was twice her size and the worst thing was that he was on top of her.

Romano knew she was hurt and was literally being harassed by that gross man and he even tried to go towards her but his injured leg wouldn't let him.
As I looked away for a second towards the surrounding behind me my eye caught a moment going into one of the rooms that Al and I may have missed.

I knew I couldn't take the risk of leaving someone hiding there so they could attack one of us but I couldn't leave my sister.

"I saw him too. Go get him Marco. I'll go get Marie safe." Al said and I nodded at him.

I trusted the man enough to save my sister. I trusted him with my life.

I quickly shuffled with my speed and pushed my back against he wall as I slowly inched towards the room where the man was with my gun in my hand.

The one thing I had noticed out there in the gun fight was that Sullivan was nowhere to be seen with them.

Things had to be done fast before the cops could arrive and seeing our situation it was going to take some time. The men of the French and Irish would most probably back off when their mafia king dies so that was exactly that was going to happen.

As I reached the door I took deep breath as I quickly entered the room pointing it at he man in front of me. A pale man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

He had a gun pointed at me as well as he gulped.

"Seems like you know me kiddo." I said smirking.

"Everyone does." He relied and by his accents I could tell that he was Irish which meant that he was a part of the Irish mafia.

"How about this kid. You tell me where Sullivan is and I let you live." I said smirking and he smirked as well.

"Sullivan told us that you would ask us that and he also told us to call him when you do." He said and I raised my eyebrow at him as he dialed some numbers on his phone.

The bell stopped ringing as Sullivan's voice was heard through the speaker.

"Ah I knew you would call Marco." Sullivan said and I smirked even though he couldn't see me.

"Well technically it was your pet that called you not me." I said and added on to it, "So let's get straight to the point Sullivan. Where are you?" I asked sternly.

My voice seemed to have scared the man as his smirk fell and his grip on his phone tightened.

"On my way to kill your dear Bella. I knew you would fall for her, I knew he moment I saw you two together. I hope you two said your goodbyes." He said and soon the line went dead leaving me angrier than ever.

"Looks like your Bel-" I didn't even let the young man finish his cocky sentence and shot him in the head. It was getting harder and harder for me to control myself and my pessimistic self was surfacing.

"Fanculo!"

I barged out of the room and grabbed one of the dead bodies on the floor and covered myself with it so all the bullets that were flying in the air would hit the dead body and not me.

I was more than worried for Bella. Not only was she alone with 5 men of ours there and none of them were one of my best, she was going to face Sullivan and Albelino altogether. Both were Mafia kings. Neither Noah was with her and neither Romano or any other Russian professional who was one of the best.

I had memorized the map of the mansion before we left New York and I knew which way I was going to use to get out, there was no way in hell I was going to go from the front so the best way to go was from the back.

Isabella Denise

I drove with the five men with me in silence and none spoke a word. Time crept by slowly as if it wasn't even moving and which felt like a century but was actually 20 minutes we reached the warehouse. We stopped the car a mile away and decided to walk The rest to the warehouse.

The sound of the car would obviously attract a lot of people from its noise.

As every move I made with those men in checking all my ammunition and weapons I tried to be optimistic about everything that was going to happen. Yet again after 2 months of not killing anyone the one for me to kill has come again but this time I was going to kill by my own choice and with a very good reason.

I made up optimistic scenes in my head of me saving my mother, returning her to very own healthy state again, introducing her to every new thing the people in the world has come up with and show the morning daylight and the nature which she was deprived of seeing for a very long time.

I imagined myself getting back to Marco and seeing everyone non injured, the people who would die for me had my absolute honor and respect. Just like always. Respect is for those who deserve it not for those who demand it, such as people like Albelino.

"Ms.Denise?" A man spoke up interrupting my thoughts and I looked up at him.

"Just Bella." I said and he nodded.

"We do this now?" He asked me for my confirmation.

"Yes." I said and he smiled, he didn't give the usual smirk of the mafia.

All 6 of us walked slowly keeping an eye out for any movement of anyone. With each step my eyes glanced at every spot repeatedly so I knew I wouldn't miss out anything. All of us had our guns up and ready and as we reached the warehouse, we saw 2 men standing beside the door.

I nodded at the man behind me and let him come in front. He placed a silencer on his gun and pointed it towards one of the men. I had my fingers crossed hoping he wouldn't miss because if he did then there would a total chaos. The distance was enough for him to miss and the wind wasn't slow either.

Loud wind blew creating a dramatic effect.

"Stop." I whispered as the risk was to much.

"I have an idea. But first check if there are any security camera's." I said and the looked for the security camera's.

"None on the outside.if there are then it's on the inside only." The man in front of me said and I nodded.

"Then one of you go from the back and round the place and to go on the other side. You're going to be in the left side then you give us a signal that you're ready and he," I said signaling to the man in front of me.

"He will shoot the one on the right and you knock out the one on the left." I said and they thought over the plan and nodded.

"I'll go." A tanned skin spoke and started moving towards to the other side of the warehouse using the back route.

We waited for him to reach the other side and signal us patiently. It was hard to be patient when you know that your long lost mother is just 15 minutes away from you with a sick man.

Soon we saw the man and he signaled us to shoot the man on the right as he would take out the one on the left. As soon the trigger was pulled the one on the right felt to the floor and the one on the left well let's just say in easy words that he was knocked out pretty badly with no throat. He's might as well be basically dead.

As soon as boy the guards were out we ran towards the door with out making too much noise and stood beside the entrance before going in.

I signaled the guy next to me to kick the door open. When the door was open the first thing that we did was we threw a smoke bomb inside. All 6 of us entered and that's when the real fighting began. There had to be approximately 12 men inside excluding Albelino who I couldn't spot yet.

2 guys came at and side stepped letting them bump into each other and then separated them by enough