NO ONE ASKED

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.