CHAPTER 142: THE PREPARATION

DAMIEN’S POV:

All sixty-seven of my men armed themselves to the teeth while we waited for reinforcements; they should be here any moment from now. I checked the vans and cars to make sure that all the snipers were locked and loaded, as well as our backup weapon, the bazooka. I know this baby could be a bit extreme, but it can be useful.

“I want to come too,” a voice I knew all too well said, and I froze.

“No, you can't, Ariana.” I looked at the little girl as she pouted her lips, and tears brimmed her eyes. I sighed and picked her up in my arms. I wiped her tears away and added, “It’s too dangerous. You can get hurt.”

“No, I won’t. We are going to save Mommy, and I can help; I want to be there. And if you are with me, then no one will hurt me,” she said, and I admired how much faith she had in me, but I was not God.

“Princess, I need you to understand that what we are about to do is very dangerous. Everyone here is aware that they might not come back. And they are all big enough to pro