Capítulo 61: Shadows of Betrayal
The silence before a battle always felt heavier than the clash of combat itself. It wasn't the kind of quiet that brought peace; it was oppressive, suffocating as if the world held its breath for the chaos to come. The men were ready, the weapons were loaded, and every detail of Dante's plan had been scrutinized a hundred times. Yet, as I stood in the middle of the war room, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was...off.
Dante sat at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the map laid out before him. His jaw was set, and the tension in his posture made my unease grow. Matteo and the rest of the lieutenants surrounded him, murmuring about logistics, but my focus was elsewhere.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. A nagging sense of danger crawled up my spine, one I couldn't rationalize away.
"Dante," I said softly, pulling his attention to me. His dark eyes met mine, and the connection was immediate. "Have we accounted for everything? Every contingency?"
He didn't brush me off, as I half-expected. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, studying me intently. "What are you thinking?"
I hesitated, hating how vague my suspicions sounded even to myself. "Maria's always been two steps ahead. What if she's anticipating this? What if she's leading us into a trap?"
Matteo scoffed lightly, though not unkindly. "Maria's smart, but she's not invincible. We have the upper hand now, Elizabeth. We just took out one of her strongest allies."
"Exactly," I countered, not taking my eyes off Dante. "Which is why she'll be desperate. Desperate people are dangerous."
Dante rubbed a hand over his jaw, his expression darkening. "She is desperate," he admitted, his voice measured. "But that doesn't mean we hesitate. A move like this requires precision, and any second-guessing could cost us."
I wanted to argue, to insist that there was more at play, but I knew his mind was set. Dante didn't make decisions lightly, and once he committed, there was no turning back.
Still, the uneasy knot in my stomach refused to loosen.
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The Ambush
The convoy of black SUVs moved like shadows through the night, their engines purring softly against the quiet streets. I sat in the backseat of one, my heart pounding in time with the rhythmic hum of the tires. Dante sat beside me, his presence steady and grounding, but the tension between us was palpable.
This wasn't just another mission. It was a strike designed to cripple Maria's operations. We were hitting one of her key supply hubs, a move that would cut off her resources and force her into the open. But the stakes were higher than ever.
As we neared the target, Dante's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his brows furrowing.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice low.
"It's Matteo," he said, answering the call. "What's the situation?"
The voice on the other end was frantic, a stark contrast to Matteo's usual calm demeanor. I couldn't make out the exact words, but whatever he was saying made Dante's expression harden.
"Shut it down," Dante ordered, his tone sharp. "Pull the men back—now."
He ended the call and turned to me, his jaw tight. "We've been set up. The hub's a decoy."
The words hit like a punch to the gut. "A decoy? How did she—"
"We don't have time for questions," Dante interrupted, already pulling out his gun. "Maria's baited us, and if Matteo's intel is right, she's planning to hit us while we're exposed."
My blood ran cold as the implications sank in. Maria wasn't just waiting for us to make a move—she had orchestrated this entire scenario, luring us into a vulnerable position.
Dante barked orders into his comms, rallying the men to regroup. But before we could even turn the SUVs around, the first explosion rocked the street.
The shockwave jolted the vehicle, and for a moment, everything was chaos. Glass shattered, tires screeched, and the sharp crack of gunfire erupted from every direction.
"Get down!" Dante shouted, throwing himself over me as another blast ripped through the air.
The SUV swerved violently, slamming into a lamppost. I hit the door hard, pain radiating through my shoulder, but there was no time to process it. The world outside was a blur of flames and gunfire, shadows moving in and out of view.
Dante kicked open the door, dragging me out with him. His grip on my arm was firm, unyielding, as he pulled me behind the wreckage for cover.
"They're everywhere," he muttered, his eyes scanning the chaos. "Stay low."
I nodded, adrenaline surging through me as I reached for the gun strapped to my thigh. This wasn't the first time I'd been caught in the crossfire of Dante's world, but it was the most brutal.
The ambush was calculated, merciless. Maria's men were everywhere, their coordinated attack designed to pin us down and wipe us out.
But they underestimated us.
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Fighting Back
Dante's men moved with precision, their training and loyalty shining through even in the chaos. Matteo's voice crackled through the comms, coordinating the counterattack.
"We've got reinforcements coming in from the east," Matteo reported. "Hold your position until they arrive."
Dante's jaw tightened. "We don't have time to wait. If we're pinned here, they'll pick us off one by one."
He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "Can you handle yourself?"
I raised an eyebrow, holding up my gun. "What do you think?"
A flicker of a smile crossed his face, brief but genuine. "Stay close to me."
We moved together, weaving through the wreckage as bullets zipped past. I stayed focused, my aim steady as I took down anyone who got too close.
Dante was a force of nature, his presence commanding even in the heat of battle. He moved with lethal efficiency, every shot precise, every action deliberate. Watching him was both terrifying and mesmerizing.
But even as we fought back, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were still playing into Maria's hands.
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The Aftermath
By the time reinforcements arrived, the street was a smoldering battlefield. Bodies littered the ground, the acrid scent of smoke and blood hanging heavy in the air.
Dante stood amidst the wreckage, his gun still in hand, his expression grim. His men began regrouping, tending to the wounded, and securing the perimeter, but the damage had been done.
"This isn't over," he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else.
I approached him, my own body aching from the fight. "She wanted to send a message," I said. "And she succeeded."
Dante's gaze darkened. "Then we'll send one of our own."
There was no room for doubt, no hesitation. Maria had made her move, but she had underestimated us once. And that would be her fatal mistake.
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