**Chapter 8**
In the dark, damp basement of Gabino's hideout, Isabella lay trapped, her body exhausted and bruised. The pain was constant, both physical and psychological. Gabino reveled in her suffering, using a piece of cambric to torture her, each blow a reminder of his helplessness. He reveled in the power he had over her, feeding on the desolation in her eyes.
Meanwhile, one of his soldiers burst in, his expression tense and worried. "Chief, we have news. Don Alessandro has not surrendered. He is more enraged than ever," the man said, his breathing quickening.
Gabino smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "He has made his choice," he muttered to himself. The desire to make Don Alessandro suffer burned within him, and the idea of intensifying Isabella's torture seemed the perfect answer. With a quick movement, he headed to a corner of the basement, where a chainsaw was kept. Gabino turned on the device, the sound of the engine filling the space with a menacing hum.
"Now let's see how much longer you can hold out," he said, looking at Isabella, who was in a state of absolute despair. Terror filled her face as she realized what was about to happen. Gabino advanced towards her, and a desperate scream escaped her lips, echoing through the basement like a wail of pain and desperation.
Meanwhile, in Don Alessandro's mansion, the atmosphere was tense. Don Alessandro and his men were gathered, discussing strategies to rescue Isabella. Anguish and anger consumed him, but he knew he had to act cautiously. It was then that a soldier abruptly entered, holding a box with a grave expression.
"Chief, a gift from Gabino," the soldier said, handing the box to Don Alessandro.
With a bad feeling, Don Alessandro opened the box. What he found made his heart stop. Inside were a foot and a hand, both of Isabella's, bloody and mutilated. Horror washed over him. Tears streamed down Don Alessandro's face, but the pain quickly turned into an uncontrollable rage.
"No… it can't be true," he whispered, his voice cracking. The note that had accompanied the limbs was there, Gabino's message more cruel than ever:
"You have made your choice."*
Anger and pain coalesced into a primal scream that echoed through the mansion. Don Alessandro stood, fury burning like a fire inside him. "This monster will pay for this!" he roared, his eyes blazing with fierce determination.
The men around him felt the intensity of his pain and braced themselves for what was to come. "Gather all the soldiers. We will not wait any longer. We will go after him. This war ends now!" Don Alessandro commanded, his voice filled with dark power.
The city was about to become a battlefield again, bloodier and more intense than ever. Don Alessandro would not rest until Gabino faced the consequences of his monstrous acts. The line between life and death had been crossed, and now, revenge would be the only goal.