It was dark, the moon enveloped by thick clouds, serving as a shield for Alejandro and his men as they approached the Moretti estate. The estate was a fortress, its high walls with guarded gates a testament to Giovanni Moretti's power and influence. But Alejandro was undeterred. He had spent weeks planning this operation, studying every detail of the estate's security, and he was confident that they could breach it.
Alejandro led the team, his movements very precise and calculated. He was attired in black tactical gear; his face obscured by a balaclava. His men followed close behind, guns at the ready. They moved through the shadows without making any sound, soft earth giving little noise to the falling footsteps.
When they reached the outer wall, Alejandro gave a halt signal. Alejandro squatted low, scanning in all directions with his eyes for any sign of movement. The estate was highly guarded; armed men patrolled the grounds at regular intervals, and there were security cameras at every angle. But Alejandro had studied the guard rotations, knew when and where the weak points were.
He nodded to Diego, who forward stepped with a pair of wire cutters. Diego nipped through the chain-link in short order and made an opening large enough for them to slip through. Alejandro was the first through, fast and silent. The rest followed him, scanning all around them for any signs of danger.
Once inside the perimeter, Alejandro gave the signal to split up. They had divided into smaller groups, each with a specific task: one to disable the security cameras, another to neutralize the guards, and the third for cover. Alejandro would lead the team that would infiltrate the main house and retrieve Isabella.
It was done with the precision of a military operation: the team responsible for taking out cameras moved swiftly with jammers, which would impede the signals so no video footage would ever be recorded, while the group in charge of neutralization of the guards crept through shadows, striking down the men who patrolled; the cover team was in place, ready to step in wherever help might be required.
His heart raced in his chest as he approached the main house. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, yet he made himself remain calm. He couldn't afford to make mistakes. Not now.
He reached the side entrance, where the informant had told them there was a blind spot in the security system. Alejandro picked the lock quickly and slipped inside, his men close behind. Inside, too, the house was just as remarkable: marble to the grand staircases and invaluable works of art on the walls. But Alejandro did not have any time for the decor. He moved swiftly down the hall, his eyes scanning for anything that might betray movement.
As they drew closer to Isabella's private quarter, Alejandro felt the quickening of his pulse in anticipation. He could feel the weight of the moment, a prelude to what was soon to happen. He nodded for his men to assume positions outside the door while he prepared himself to enter.
Taking a deep breath, Alejandro pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Kidnapping of Isabella
She sat at her vanity, brushing her hair, when suddenly the door to her room burst open. She turned, her eyes wide in shock, as Alejandro stepped inside, his presence filling the room. For a moment, she was frozen, unable to comprehend what was happening.
"Alejandro?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "What are you doing here?"
Alejandro's face was impassive, his eyes unflinching from hers. "I'm here for you, Isabella," he said, his voice low and even. "I'm here to set you free."
Isabella's heart was racing as she realized what was going on. She stood, her hands shaking as she backed away from him. "You're insane," she said, rising her voice. "Do you have any idea what you're doing? My father will kill you for this!
Alejandro stepped closer, slow and deliberate. "Your father no longer controls you, Isabella," he said. "You don't have to live like this. Come with me, and I will give you the freedom you've always wanted."
The thought running around Isabella's head was an effort to make sense out of this situation. She knew Alejandro was a dangerous man who could do anything, but at the same time, she knew she could not let him take her. She needed to fight back.
She plunged toward the door, but Alejandro was faster. He clutched her arm tightly, but without hurting her. "Don't fight me, Isabella," he ordered calmly. "I don't want to hurt you. But I cannot let you go."
Isabella fought his grip, all of her fear and anger now boiling over. "Let me go!" she screamed, the words echoing within the room. "You have no right to do this!"
Alejandro's face sobered, the hold on her not slackening. "I know you are scared," he said. "But you have to have faith in me. I'm doing this for you. For us."
Tears sprang at the realization that she was trapped. She lay at the mercy of this man who would do everything to possess her. And so she stopped struggling and went limp, her body sullen in resignation.
Alejandro released her arm and gently took her hand. "Come with me," he whispered. "I'll keep you safe. I promise."
Isabella nodded, her heart heavy with fear and resignation. She knew she had no choice. She had to follow him for now. Yet, she also knew that she would somehow find the means to break free. She had to.
As Alejandro half pulled and half dragged her out of the room, a million things ran through Isabella's mind regarding what the future held. She knew that her father wouldn't let them take her without any resistance; it would begin the war between the cartels. But she needed to go with him and pray that this could be the opportunity that let her live.
The Escape
Pandemonium erupted on the estate as Alejandro and his men worked their way back to the perimeter. Gunfire rent the night air as guards in the pay of the Morettis realized what was happening and fought back. Alejandro's men returned fire; their movements calculated as they covered their retreat.
Alejandro gripped Isabella's hand tightly as they ran through the dark, his eyes searching for anything out of place. Beside him, Isabella stumbled along, her heart racing in her chest as she struggled to keep up. She could feel it in the air, the tension, the fear and adrenaline pumping through her veins.
At the perimeter wall, Alejandro gave a hand signal to his men for cover. They moved in a circle around him and Isabella, guns at the ready, prepared to make their escape.
He quickly helped Isabella over the wall, quickly and efficiently getting her down onto the ground, before he also followed, very close behind, his eyes darting around everywhere for any pursuit. The gunshots were closing in-the guards of Moretti were closing in-but Alejandro's men held them off, gave them cover so that the others could make it away.
The moment they were off the estate, Alejandro steered Isabella toward a waiting car. He opened the door for her and helped her inside, being gentle yet firm. "Stay down," he said low and calm, yet urgent. "We're not out of the woods yet."
Isabella nodded, her heart pounding, as she crouched low in the backseat. Alejandro climbed into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition, peering into the rearview mirror for any signs of pursuit.
The car fled the estate as gunfire continued to fade into the background. Alejandro's mind was focused, and his thoughts took a serious turn. He knew they were not out of the woods yet, as the Moretti cartel wouldn't relent in retrieving Isabella. Yet, he knew that no matter the price, he had to keep her safe.
As night whisked them further away with every kilometer, anticipation on what was next to come became a race in Isabella's mind. It was a known fact that she would never leave her life to be as before, since what Alejandro had triggered was a line of events meant to change all. But then, all that she could possibly do was hang on and hopefully find a way to survive.