4.1: until I convinced Matheus.

The next day, the same old story repeated itself. Matheus was adamant about not letting her go, while Lincoln stayed updated on the hunt, soon the whole family agreed except Matheus, still after much torment from Molly he agreed and allowed her to go.

"So I can solve this with that assassin instead of Lisaura and get the ring," she thought as the second possibility in case the first one didn't work out.

"Tomorrow early in the morning, you leave, it's the safe hour, Mom! Make sure to dress her in more decent clothes than that rustic low-cut dress, do we have a peasant at home? She can't go like that and look like a male fetish," Matheus asserted.

"What's a fetish?" Molly asked confused.

"That's why you shouldn't go like that," he warned, indifferent.

The sun hadn't even risen yet, and Madson was already up wandering around the house anxiously, her brother was no longer in the room, often she heard noises in the arsenal room they had made in the basement, her brother Caio still slept as well as her mother and father.

She had already changed into pants and a hooded coat to hide her face. On the other side, a distinct metallic sound cut through the silence: the door to the arsenal was opening.

"Are you already up? You must be eager," Matheus commented, bringing with him a small pistol.

"What are you doing?" she asked when she noticed the weapon.

"I was looking for something that suits you, I thought about a grenade, but I think it's too dangerous," he said casually.

"Uh... This is my brother, dangerous to the core, the most hunted assassin in America, that's probably why he doesn't care about death," she thought, looking at him ironically.

"Don't be overdramatic, I don't need a weapon."

"I'll only feel confident if you carry a weapon, and this one is small and discreet."

"Your dark circles look terrible," she analyzed him with concern, "haven't you been sleeping?"

"I can't sleep," he said, stretching, with deep circles under his eyes and a tired expression. "I've been thinking about... getting some fun."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, frowning.

"Nothing you'd understand," he grumbled, pulling her hood over her head, covering her face.

"You're always so cryptic, it's so annoying!"

"Are you both up?" their mother asked as she emerged from the room followed by Lincoln.

"I'm ready to go," she replied firmly.

"Have breakfast first, there's plenty of time," ordered her father, serving her a cup. Once she had her coffee, her brother guided her through an underground passage that seemed to be part of the sewer. He led her out safely, without the hideout being discovered.

They went through a small area of bushes with trees hiding the passage, and then arrived near the road.

"Well, this is where we part ways," Matheus warned, with a serious tone in his voice. "It's supposedly safe, but if anything happens to you, know that our family dies by my hands," he warned her seriously.

"Brother! Stop being crazy," she exclaimed, exasperated. "Nothing's going to happen."

"Wait! I'm not done yet," he warned her, leaving her alone by the roadside. He went to an area behind trees and bushes and within a few minutes returned with a motorcycle. "You know how to ride, use this to get there, and keep the gun at your waist. If something goes wrong..."

"I should shoot without hesitation, I know," she agreed, mounting the bike skillfully as he helped her put on the helmet.

"Yes, you can go," he ordered, then returning to the hideout again.

Madson rode for 15 minutes until she reached the location. It was still calm since it was early, but as she approached the entrance door, she found three shady-looking men who seemed to be waiting for someone.

"Uh-huh... These men aren't from around here," she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. "I suppose they're here because of my mother."

"Hey, girl!" one called out when he saw Molly hesitating to enter.

"Sir..." she replied with a trembling voice as she noticed the leering gaze examining her from head to toe.

"What are you doing here?"

"I work here."

"What's your name?"

"Eloah! But I've never seen you here, can I help?" she asked, mustering courage.

"If you know where the Boss is, we have business to deal with her," he changed his expression suddenly as if thinking of something wicked. Madson thought of her gun, but there were too many of them to kill at once, so she chose to follow.