Untamed (A mafia story)

The blaring security alarm ripped through the mansion, a harsh, guttural shriek that slammed into Cora's ears. Cara’s face, a mirror image of her own, contorted in confusion, then hardened into grim resolve.

“What’s the situation, Dom?” Cara snapped at a breathless guard, who bowed respectfully, his hand already on his Glock. "Break-in. Rival mafia. Don's downstairs." He advised them to stay put, but Cara’s eyes narrowed.

“I’ll need that security detail for my sister’s sake,” she ordered, then turned to Cora, pressing a small, cold knife into her trembling hand. “Take this. If anyone but me or Enzo comes in, use it.”

Cora stared at the blade, then at her sister, her mind reeling. Before she could protest, Cara was gone, disappearing towards the stairs. Cora retreated into the room, locking the door, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Gunshots erupted downstairs, then closer, rattling the walls. She clutched the knife, pacing, listening to the chaos outside. Heavy footsteps. A thud. The doorknob rattled. An unfamiliar voice, speaking in a foreign tongue.

Then, with a splintering crash, the door flew inward, revealing a tall, masked figure. Cora squeaked, raising the knife. “Stay back!” she cried, her voice barely a whisper. But he kept coming, a silent, menacing shadow, amusement dancing in the visible sliver of his eyes.