“Antonio,” Alex waved, walking towards him. Antonio felt his stomach tighten, anxiety rising. He wasn't sure what his stepbrother wanted and didn't want to find out. “Dude, you're too good... I was mesmerized. I heard your bride Angela has been sick for...” Before he could finish, Antonio stormed out of the gym, ignoring Alex's presence.
Alex was triggered by this move. “Hey!” Alex yelled in frustration, throwing his hands in the air. “At least hear me out!” The door slammed shut. “Same old dick,” Alex muttered with a frown, then glanced at the damaged sandbags, one hand on his waist and the other scratching his head. “How on earth is that possible? Who made that Titan this mad?” He walked around the sandbags, inspecting them closely.
Antonio went into his room to take a shower. Afterwards, he tried to suppress the urge to check on Angela again. Just to see if she had eaten, he convinced himself and left the room, his hair still wet with a small towel around his neck. He headed to Angela's room, but as he approached, he saw the door slightly open. He went ahead and opened it wide. The room was empty; Angela was nowhere to be found. His anger turned to panic, his thoughts racing. Did she leave? He began searching the mansion, checking every room, but she was nowhere to be found.
Antonio stormed out of the room towards the head of security, a burly man named Ivan, standing in the hallway. When Ivan saw Antonio approaching, his heart skipped a beat and his lips became weakly moist. Antonio gripped his collar tightly. “Where the hell is my bride?" he demanded urgently.
"I... I have no idea, sir," Ivan responded calmly but firmly.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Antonio demanded, lunging at Ivan with clenched fists. He punched Ivan in the face, feeling the sickening crunch of bone. Ivan stumbled back, his face bleeding. His head hit the wall with a dull thud echoing through the room. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
Antonio continued attacking, raining blows on Ivan's head and body. He didn't stop until Ivan was on the ground, unconscious and broken. His vision reddened and he was consumed with rage. He clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palms. “She left this mansion and you have no idea!" he growled, his voice loud and dangerous, shaking the entire building.
He took Ivan's pistol from his pants and crouched beside him. “You have no idea where she is with those eyes, then why see with them?” He grinned, his face red and veined. He pointed the gun at the helpless guard's eye, who tried to protect himself or fight back. “Please… master..."
“Antonio!” That was the voice of Grandma Elizabeth. Antonio withdrew the pistol from the guard's face and stood up. He turned, tilting his head lazily to look at his grandmother. “What's this madness?!" she snapped angrily. Antonio ignored her and walked away, heading to the maid's quarters.
Upon arriving, he shot at the roof of the building, drawing the attention of the maids, who began whispering to each other in panic, their faces pale with fear. “Where is my bride?"
Finally, Devia walked out of the panicking crowd. Antonio immediately recognized her as the maid he had put in charge of Angela's well-being, her personal assistant.
"Sir, young master Damon came earlier and took Miss Angela with him," she said, her voice shaking. Antonio's blood ran cold. “You allowed him to take her? You are her assistant, am I right?" he demanded with a grin, his voice low and dangerous. Devia gulped hard, her eyes filled with tears, knowing her fate was sealed. Antonio's pistol was pointed at her. “I am sorry, it was Lady Angela herself who commanded me. I will never go against you, my Lord.” She lay on the floor with her face down. The maids immediately went on their knees, hundreds of them. “Forgive us, young master," they blurted out, their faces on the floor.
Antonio turned and dashed out of the house, heading to Damon's mansion, his mind racing. “That brat! Why didn't I think of him first!" He burst through Damon's house door, his heart pounding in his chest. Unfortunately, he found the house empty and silent. The maids in the house hid themselves in fear; chaos had reached them and the warning had already spread that the young master was roaming the mansion in rage. Even the guards were not brave enough to stand their duty positions. The hallways were completely deserted. He searched the rooms, but there was no sign of Damon or Angela.
Antonio felt a sinking feeling in his gut. Where could they be? He felt his blood boil, his heart pounding, his hands shaking again. He stared in surprise, his breathing ragged like a volcano ready to erupt. He slowly looked up and saw a huge portrait of Damon in the living room. "You bastard!" he growled, "You had no right to take her from me." “Fucking brat!” He shot at Damon's portrait continuously until the bullets were spent. He sank down into the couch in the living room, trying to think. Just then, Alex came to mind. What was he trying to tell me?
Without a second thought, Antonio ran back to the gym. Alex was surprised to see him rushing towards him at such speed, his face showing readiness to murder at any moment. "Where is he?" Antonio demanded, his voice shaking. “Who... what?” Alex stuttered in fear. “Your brother, dumbass. Where is your brother!” “I have no idea.. I swear. Can you let go of me? That grip is hurting my neck.” Alex struggled to speak. Antonio dropped him on the floor and dashed out of the gym. Alex coughed and quickly took his phone and dialed Damon's number. “Where the hell are you, man? Antonio is coming for you. Who knew he could care about anything at all”.