Page 118 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“The father is to be secured and moved immediately to the safe house,” Anders emphasized. “Once De Luca is neutralized, we retrieve our omega from his apartment.”
Conall reviewed the intelligence reports, his fingers tapping against the tablet’s edge. “De Luca’s health is deteriorating rapidly. Minimal security in his personal quarters—he’s focusing defenses on the perimeter.”
“His mistake,” Anders said, a cold smile playing at his lips. “He still thinks this is about territory, about revenge for the bombing. He has no idea what we’re really after.”
The plan was meticulous—deal with De Luca first, eliminate the threat, then retrieve their omega from his apartment where he’d been safely under surveillance for weeks. Clean. Controlled. No risk to Ty or the child he carried.
The door burst open, Viktor rushing in with uncharacteristic urgency. “Sir, emergency report from the surveillance team.”
Anders looked up sharply, something in Viktor’s tone sending a chill down his spine. “What is it?”
“It’s the omega, sir. He’s gone. Left his apartment twenty minutes ago with a backpack. Our team followed at a distance. He’s heading toward De Luca’s compound.”
The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Anders went completely still, the kind of stillness that preceded violence. “He’s what?”
“Heading to the compound, sir. Based on the bus route he took and his direction of travel, there’s no other destination that makes sense.”
For the first time in years, Anders felt something dangerously close to panic. Not the calculated concern of a strategist, but the visceral fear of an alpha whose pregnant mate was heading directly into danger.
“How long until he reaches the compound?” His voice was deadly calm, belying the storm raging inside him.
“An hour at most, sir.”
Conall swore violently, his usual charm nowhere in evidence. “De Luca’s men will tear him apart if they find him.”
“Or worse,” Wyatt said, his normally impassive face hardened to granite. “Use him against us.”
Anders made an instant decision, alpha instincts overriding their carefully constructed timeline. “Move up the assault. Now. All teams deploy immediately.”
“Sir, the Vitale and Corsini forces aren’t in position yet?—”
“I don’t care,” Anders cut him off, ice-blue eyes flashing with a fury that made Viktor step back. “We move now. Inform our allies they have fifteen minutes to mobilize or miss their share of the spoils.”
The command center erupted into controlled chaos as orders were relayed, teams mobilized, strategies compressed from hours into minutes. Anders strapped on his weapons with mechanical precision, his mind racing with images of Ty—their stubborn, reckless omega—attempting to infiltrate a heavily guarded compound alone.
“He’s going for his father,” Conall said, checking his custom blade. “He doesn’t know we’ve already located him.”
“Foolish, brave little mouse,” Anders muttered, an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. For the first time in his life, he felt genuine fear—not for himself, but for their little omegacarrying their child. Their little mouse who had somehow become essential to him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.
“We’ll find him,” Wyatt stated with quiet certainty, though the tension in his jaw betrayed his own concern.
Anders nodded once, sharply. “Priority one is Ty’s safety. Everything else is secondary.”
“Even De Luca?” Conall asked, though he already knew the answer.
“Even De Luca,” Anders confirmed. “If we must choose between capturing him and securing Ty, there is no choice.”
The three exchanged looks of perfect understanding. Their revenge could wait. Their little omega could not.
The assault on De Luca’s compound began with overwhelming force, precision sacrificed for speed. Anders moved through the front line of defenders like a force of nature unleashed, each movement calculated and lethal. His ice-blue eyes remained cold and focused even as blood sprayed across his face from the guard whose throat he had just opened with a combat knife.
For the first time in his life, Anders Knight was fighting with something beyond cold calculation—he was fighting with desperation. Somewhere in this compound was Ty Hart, their pregnant omega, and every second counted.
“East wing secured,” Wyatt’s voice came through his earpiece as gunfire echoed through the corridors. “De Luca’s inner sanctum located. Moving to engage.”
“East wing secured,” Wyatt’s voice came through his earpiece as gunfire echoed through the corridors. “De Luca’s inner sanctum located. Moving to engage.”
Anders dispatched another guard with a single shot to the head, stepping over the body without a second glance. “Status on Ty?”
