The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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⚠️ warning ⚠️ chapter contains graphic scene and gun shots. Anybody disturbed with said scenes may skip the marked scenes.

ANGELO POV

I have never felt so angry and helpless at the same time. I was angry because some fucker, some anonymous , name less bastard had the fucking the courage, to pull up a kidnapping that involved a five year old.

And then I felt helpless because I could do anything accept for waiting on Eli and Blaire to trace out the video clip, waiting on them to get the location.

Yet, not sure if Belle would be there. I felt helpless because I've felt my sweet girl, stare at distance all day, blaming herself soupy for the disappearence of her little sister. I felt helpless because we had no idea in what condition Belle was. And it was clawing out my flesh.

The co-ordinates that Eli extracted lead us to a little abandoned winery just in the outskirts of Naples, between the borders of Napoli and Lazia.

Like Blaire had repeated a number of times, it doesn't make sense. The abandoned winery was a LaRusso property. A property owned by Ariel's father which has been out of use for quite a while now. Since their wine business went bankrupt.

When the tires screeched to a halt infront of the property bound with iron gates at the front. Weed and wild flower plants covering the once lush entrance and doorway.

"Is this it?" Blaire asked frowning. She was shrugging on a jacket that she had brought along. "What a bunch of hooligans-"

"I need men at the back." Roman snapped, cutting off Blaire's statement.  "Half of them at the back. Angelo will lead through the front. Stay behind Capo Bestone. I'll be at the back with the rest of the soliders. and we'll circle the property-"

"What about me?" Blaire asked.

"Stay behind Angelo."

"Why can't I come with you?"

"Because, I said so, Miss Anderson. Behind Capo Bestone. Or the car. Choose yourself."

Blaire doesn't reply to that as Roman gets out of the car. A number of doors open after his and I see men, dressed in suits march behind him, falling into steps with their boss.

"What's going on between you two?" I asked, checking the magazine of my gun, just to be sure. Three spare tucked on the holster around my ankle.

"As if you know nothing." She sniffles. "Don't be so cruel and twist the knife more, Angelo."

"Man up, Blaire." I replied with a roll of my eyes, tossing her a spare Glock. "Own it. Apologize, take your time. But own it. Man up."

"That easy, init?" She scoffs.

"That easy." I add glancing out of the window and activating the little bug in my ear that connects me to Roman.

As soon as Roman give me a code green, I stepped out of the car, the late evening breeze humid and hot against the skin. A number of men follow my queue as Blaire gets down from the car, stretching.

"I want the front, surrounded." I say turning to face twenty men who were under me right now. "Shoot to injure only. Don't kill. We take the puppet master to interrogate."