There were no sirens announcing the arrival of the authorities. They just stormed en masse into the compound, fanning out in all directions, guns drawn and c****d. Don Ramon and Matthew were behind a couple of policemen and were just making their way to Angelo who was trying to sit up, a bloody make-shift dressing wrapped around his chest when the blood-curdling scream of a woman resonated in the air. Then they heard a male voice roar out Isabella’s name. The cops wasted no time in getting to the source of the sound, their faces grim, imagining the worst possible scenario.
“Tio Ramon, Louisa is still inside. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get her out,” Angelo said, gingerly getting up on his feet with the help of Matthew.
“Oh, Hijo Mio! You really shouldn’t have come here without the authori
