One month had now officially passed. Bria, Luca's sister, has been living in Amalfi Coast for more than a month now, and it was time we moved things forward. Two days ago, I got a call from her saying that the coming Friday, Roberto has called for her as his entertainment for the night, and that this will be our chance to ambush him.

And so, here we were, in the official mansion made for The WildCats, discussing our plan and preparing necessary weapons and equipments for it.

"Bria said that Roberto has called her to a popular club, which is in Hotel Blue Rush, one of the most famous hotels of that city. He is probably going to meet a few people in there before he takes her to his room. We will have plenty of time to get inside and keep an eye on his whereabouts."

Luca informed me as I was selecting the guns I would take.

"Very well then. And how many men are we taking with us?"

I asked him, since he was in charge of this operation.

"Twelve from New York, and twelve more will join us from Rome. I know that he will have more power since Amalfi is his hometown, but we are much more skilled than his stupid party of men who can be easily manipulated."

"What do you mean by that?"

I asked, feeling bemused by the sudden surge of confidence in his tone.

"You see, all of his men, just like him, have an obsession with alcohol and girls. So I called in a few of them from our bar in Rome to keep them company for tomorrow night. Our job will be done easily while his men will be clinging onto the girls' legs and swaying side to side in the bar."

Luca said, while a huge smirk formed on his lips. Needless to say, I was impressed too.

"So you're telling me you not only researched the main enemy, but also his whole team? No wonder you're my right hand, man. I'm proud of you!"

I said, feeling so elated for probably the first time in an eternity.

"I knew you would love this plan. Now, we are not far from fulfilling our goal."

He said, determination ringing throughout the room filled with scary and dangerous weapons of all kinds.

"Yes, we definitely will succeed this time. Even if we don't, I will keep trying until I succeed."

I said to him but my eyes and brain were focused somewhere else. All I could see was the color red, fresh and containing a pungent smell, flowing out of Roberto's body in an artistic fashion. I desperately wanted him to get a taste of what I had been suffering since forever.

At first, I thought of exacting my revenge by attacking his family, because even the hardest and the strongest people have to kneel down for their family. But, I was so, so wrong. It was all an illusion in this guy's case, since this monster had himself killed his wife and tortured his daughter every day. Even though his daughter wasn't his own blood, he didn't have mercy on her until one day, she got tired of his beating and fled away from his house. A lot of people in the mafia scene say that he is still looking for his daughter, but he hasn't found her yet. She must be carrying one of his greatest secrets for him to go crazy over her disappearance.

And that's why, having no other option left, I decided to target him straightforwardly, and get it over with. It might not be as easy as it seems right now, but I will not stop until I get what I want, because that is the sole motto of my life.

I will kill him, no matter what.

I turned to look at Luca, who was cleaning his favorite gun, a silver glock-17, his mouth set in a straight line. I knew that even though he was extremely confident about this mission, a small part of him was also worried sick about his little sister.

After all, she was the only one he had.

"You wrap up everything here and load in my private jet, meanwhile I'm gonna go and meet Paul. I have some work with him."

I told him, referring to the only trustworthy person in my life other than Luca.

"Okay, I'll meet you directly at the airport then."

"Sure."

Paul was a father figure for me. He was the strongest person I had seen in my life, other than my parents. Cold as ice to strangers, and so fuzzy to me and the handful people he trusted, he was my inspiration and role model. He was there for me in all my crucial moments in life, and taught me how to walk again.

When I fell during the most important times, he was there.

Whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there.

Whenever I needed to draw strength from someone, he was in front of me like the epitome of inspiration.

He was, and still is, the reason I have come so far.

He is my strength, and I am his.

I reached his house at almost 4 pm in the evening. The sun outside was getting ready to set behind the clouds, spreading a pretty purplish yellow light in the sky.

One of his workers let me in, and told me he was in the basement gym, working out. This man was always working out. He was really strong and because he had an obsession with keeping fit and learning all kinds of self defense and fighting techniques, the responsibility of training the new recruits was his, which he carried out perfectly.

I climbed down the stairs which led to his basement in this gigantic house, and stealthily opened the door to see him standing in front of the fourth punching bag, the other three hanging from the wall, already broken and damaged fully. He had a sturdy body, his height was six foot five, just five inches taller than me. Sandy blonde spiky hair, and light brown eyes. He was in his fifties, but still so energetic and good looking.

He wore loose fitting sleeveless shirt and basketball shorts, a headband on his forehead to keep the hair falling in his eyes, and bandages wrapped around his knuckles. He seemed to not notice me and continued on with punching the bag in front of him, which I found very odd.

He invariably knows when someone is in the room, why is he so late to realize it today?

Is something bothering him?

"Welcome to my humble abode, big guy. What's the matter?"

Nevermind, I was just too early to come to a conclusion.

"Okay, okay. Now, there's no need to be so smug about it. I know you have got some really good senses."

I said with a huff, being fake annoyed at him.

"Wow, the great king is bowing down to someone. Is something the matter today? Are you sick somewhere?"

He said, not ready to leave the matter just yet.

"No. There's nothing going on. Except for the fact that I'm going on a mission today, in like an hour. And I want you to take charge until I'm back."

I told him, getting straight to the point.

This was what I loved about my relationship with Paul. He never made me feel like I was talking to an elder or that I have to follow some guidelines to talk to him. We were raw and completely open with each other. He always listened to everything I had to tell him, and surprisingly, I always opened up to him.

Our back and forth bickering also helped create a good relationship with each other. I tend to bicker a lot with people I trust and want to be close to, because my dorky and stubborn side comes out in front of them more naturally. I'm naturally a picky person, someone who's not easily pleased with everything. And I always make sure to tell the other person about this clearly. Even Paul, who's a lot older than me, couldn't escape from this habit of mine. He's just lucky that he is completely at home in what he does, but then, I bicker with him about other things. It's just fun to rile people up and see them get clearly annoyed.

"A mission? Suddenly? Without telling me?"

He asked me with a lost expression on his face. I wanted to laugh at the way he contorted his face, trying hard to think about something like a mission, but I couldn't since this was a very serious issue for both of us.

"Don't worry, nobody knew about it, including you. I'm going to Amalfi Coast.....
I finally found him."

I said it, releasing a huge breath I was holding.

"Amalfi Coast?"

I knew I was going to have to explain in more detail when I saw how the two words, Amalfi Coast registered in his mind.

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