In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 159: Seizing Frederick

"I'm here too," Cody shouted.

"And me, Emanuele, don't worry, Isabella will be safe in Italy," Rocco arrived last.

Looking at the clerics present, Emanuele felt a surge of strength in his heart. Rocco approached, embracing Emanuele.

"I apologize for your loss."

"Thank you," Emanuele whispered, feeling that period was too painful to revisit. Everyone present had experienced this kind of pain. Despite violence becoming a part of their lives, the agony of losing loved ones attacked their hearts like a vicious harpy.

Isidoro said to Emanuele, "I heard you slipped up last time. This time, we've brought more people. Even if Frederick grows wings, he won't escape."

"We respect your father, Emanuele. We're here to honor our alliance," Cody added, patting Emanuele's shoulder.

"Come, to my car. Let's have a drink and discuss the battle plan again," Clark suggested, inviting everyone to his luxurious car.

No one declined the invitation.

"Those bastards must pay with their lives," Rocco said coldly. Although their methods of dealing with enemies differed, each one was among the world's top assassins. Emanuele knew that Frederick was as good as dead today.

Vodka warmed Emanuele's insides, and he felt a fiery sensation in his chest. He swore to sacrifice Frederick's head to his father.

Soon, they clarified the situation around Frederick. Since the attack, Frederick and his son Luca had stayed inside their house, not daring to come out.

"Two cowards," Emanuele thought. How could they dare to commit such deeds and still be afraid?

"We have enough manpower, so let's surround them directly. I've dealt with this type of enemy before. Attack from all sides, and it's best to leave a few people outside to prevent anyone from escaping in the chaos," Cody suggested.

"Good, let's do it this way," Emanuele gritted his teeth. He picked up a submachine gun. If possible, he wanted to level the building. He had the strength, but he wanted to capture Frederick alive and ask him some questions.

"Whoever finds Frederick first, don't kill him. Leave him to me; he's mine," Emanuele said through clenched teeth.

The men nodded, understanding Emanuele. Revenge for his father's death must be taken by his own hands.

After checking their weapons and earpieces, Emanuele decided to take action. They split into several groups, using incendiary grenades to blow open the house's gate. As the gate swung open, guards poured out, and Clark immediately drove his heavy armored vehicle over them.

Emanuele stood on the car, spraying bullets from the submachine gun at the people below. Others quickly joined the fierce fight.

The air filled with the smell of gunpowder and the increasingly intense scent of blood. Emanuele watched as enemies fell, feeling the bloodthirsty genes within him awakening.

When the car reached the center, Emanuele jumped down, emptied the bullets in the submachine gun, and pulled out two pistols from behind. He shot at any enemy he saw along the way.

Emanuele felt his body growing hotter and hotter. At this moment, his only thought was to kill all these people, avenge his father, stepmother, and brother-in-law.

Just then, a gunshot rang out behind Emanuele. A bullet hit his body, but fortunately, he was wearing a bulletproof vest. Nevertheless, the intense pain almost made Emanuele lose his balance.

Staggering, Emanuele reached the side of the doorway. At that moment, a guard jumped down from the wall. As the guard attempted to grab him, Emanuele kicked him down and relentlessly used the butt of his gun to beat the guard's body until it became a bloody mess. Only then did Emanuele let him go.

Breathing heavily, Emanuele joined Rocco. At this point, they regrouped.

"Well done, brother!" Cody slapped Emanuele on the shoulder, smiling brightly.

The defenses in the courtyard had been completely breached, but the situation upstairs remained uncertain.

They needed to hurry upstairs, enter the hideout where Frederick was cowering like a cat.

"The police are on the move, but they won't disturb us for a while," Isidoro informed Emanuele.

"Good. Take advantage of this, find Frederick. I must let him taste the agony in his last moments."

The situation inside the building was as bad as Emanuele had imagined. It was challenging to eliminate enemies in the unfamiliar and complex environment.

Gunshots echoed continuously. Emanuele saw several of his men fall, his eyes filled with crimson hatred. At this moment, he felt like a hunting hound, searching for Frederick's trace in the house. Soon, they passed through a set of sliding doors. A group of people was running downstairs. Emanuele squinted and suddenly opened fire.

In the crowd, Frederick was running. Unexpectedly, his leg was hit by a bullet. In pain, he fell to the ground, unable to move.

Emanuele's men quickly ran over and grabbed him.

Emanuele looked at Frederick's miserable state and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. The laughter was icy, casting a shadow of death over Frederick.

Emanuele pointed the gun at Frederick's forehead and shouted, "Frederick, why are you running? You're like a rat, afraid of the light."

After saying this, Emanuele waved to his men, instructing them to take Frederick to a place where they could have a conversation.

In addition to Frederick, his son Luca was also present.

Emanuele's men disarmed Frederick and Luca, making them kneel in front of him.

Emanuele, standing high above them, stared down at Frederick and Luca, these two troublesome enemies now kneeling before him like clowns.

The other clerics stood beside Emanuele, quietly observing everything.

Now, they had arrived at the scene of the final judgment.

Emanuele placed the gun against Frederick's head. "Finding you was not easy."

Although Frederick was scared, he remained calm. "I admit I failed."

Emanuele sneered, then shifted his gun to Luca. "This is your son, your heir? Unfortunately, he doesn't seem capable. Let's see how you feel if he dies in front of you."

"Don't touch him. All the blame is on me!" Frederick anxiously shouted.

"I won't touch him? Damn you, Frederick. You've killed so many of my family members. I not only want to kill him, but I also want to throw his body to the dogs!" Emanuele declared, grabbing Luca's head. He put away his gun, took out his Swiss army knife from his boot, and pulled Luca's hair, forcing him to tilt his head.

Emanuele's knife was placed against Luca's neck, and he slowly began to cut it open.