Chapter 19

It's YOU

Isobel's POV

Tracking down Jacopo's lackeys wasn't easy. Especially the one who thought that hiding on tip of a tower would save him from us. The annoying part was the archers all around him. Ezio looked at me.

"You know what to do."

I smirked and nodded. I ran off to a higher tower. I climbed up and stayed low. I took a knife and took out the two archers closest to me. After we'd taken out all the archers, Ezio climbed to the top of the tower. By the time I got up there, he was already dead. He told us where Jacopo would be.

"They meet under the shadow of the Roman gods."

I closed the man's eyes and took Ezio's hand.

"We're closer now. Come."

He nodded and we climbed back down.

"Ezio!"

I pointed to Jacopo and we followed him to a courtyard.

"I'm sorry, Maestro! I did all I could, but the Assassin proved too strong."

I moved into a bush.

"Clearly. Else the others would be here with you… to say nothing of the fact that Firenze remains in Medici hands."

"It's Francesco's fault! His impatience made him reckless. I tried to be the voice of reason-"

"More like the voice of cowardice." Said another man.

"You're one to talk, Signor Barbarigo. Had you sent us quality weapons, instead of this garbage you Venetians call ar-"

"Enough! We put our faith in your family and you repay is with inaction and incompetence. Then, when asked to account for your failures, you make excuses and insult us? How do you expect me to respond?"

"I don't know…"

Borgio put his hand on Jacopo's shoulder.

"It's alright. I do."

Both Borgio and Barbargio stabbed him. He fell to the ground.

"I can fix this… only spare me…"

Borgio drew a sword.

"No."

He stabbed him again.

"What a mess… So sorry to have claimed your prize, Assassin!"

My eyes widened. Guards grabbed Ezio and I stayed low.

"Did you honestly think I wouldn't expect you to follow? That I didn't PLAN for it? We've been at this a lot longer than you! Kill him."

"I should think not!"

I threw knives into the guard's necks. I walked out and Borgio glared at me.

"And who are you?"

"Isobel Auditore. You knew my father, Dante Ferrari."

His eyes widened.

"It's YOU?!"

I nodded once.

"Well, Senora Auditore, you've grown since last I saw you. What a lovely young woman you've become. Shame your father isn't here to see you now. I imagine he would be very proud."

I narrowed my eyes.

"You killed my family."

"And it would seem I should have killed you too. Young assassin."

"But you didn't. You probably thought I wouldn't remember."

"You're right. I should've killed you with the rest of your family. I can fix that."

"You're welcome to try." I hissed.

He laughed and waved his hand.

"You can run but I will find you Borgio!"

"I look forward to it, little Isobel."

He left with Barbarigo. Ezio and I were left to deal with the remaining guards. They proved to be no challenge. When I looked over, I saw that Jacopo was somehow still alive.

"Ezio…"

We walked over and Ezio knelt down. Jacopo didn't have long.

"Vai amico, libero da fardelli e paure. Requiescat in Pace." (Go forward, friend, unburdened and unafraid. Rest in peace.) Ezio said.

Jacopo slowly closed his eyes and died. Ezio laid him down and then looked at me.

"We should tell Lorenzo." I said.

He nodded and took one last look at Jacopo. I pulled him away and we returned to Firenze.