Antonio pulled up in front of Angela's house, his breath coming in gasps, his heart racing. Unlike before the house was dry and quiet, there were noticeable changes too but his mind was too occupied to point out the details. He quickly ran up the front steps and pounded on the door violently, as though he was pouring out his rage. He could feel his pulse thundering in his ears. “Open the god-damned door!’ He yelled. There was no answer, and he pounded again, desperation welling up inside of him. "Angela!" He banged on the door again and again. "Angela! You can't hide from me! We made an agreement bitch!" He pounded on the door again. He heard a muffled sound coming from inside the house, and his heart skipped. Was that Angela? He banged on the door again, calling out her name. “Angela!” He was about to break down the door when he heard footsteps approaching. He spun around, his chest heaving, the door opened slowly but unfortunately, it wasn't Angela nor was it her brother. A middle-aged man and his wife, who held her two kids tightly in her bosom, stood behind her husband staring at Antonio in fear like he was a wild animal that would snatch her kids at any moment. Who wouldn't! You can't blame her, not after Antonio showed up with that dramatic hair, untreated wounds and fresh blood-stained white shirt. He looked like he just escaped from a murder or a wild beast looking for who to devour. “You are not Angela”. Antonio muttered blankly in disappointment and shock which made him freeze at that spot. “You mean the teacher that lived here before with her siblings? We are neighbours” The man asked nervously, his voice shaking. He was surprised that such a dangerous person could know Angela or have anything to do with her. Could it be that Kerry got her in trouble again. As their neighbour, they have seen the scenes of the results from Kerry wild life. “Where is she? Where is the owner of this house!” Antonio asked, ignoring him. “She moved out, and asked us to stay..she is such a nice young lady please don't hurt her”. The man replied. Antonio stood there blank, face expressionless. He felt his head dizzy, the world spinning around him. He pulled a pistol that instant. The wife screamed, covering her mouth with her palm. The man remained still, but it looked like his soul had been snatched away from him. Antonio pulled him by the vest neck, his face pressed against the man's. "What do you mean, she moved out?" he demanded coldly then yelled out. "Where did she go!" The man looked at his wife who was swimming in tears then his eyes shifted his case to Antonio's cold gaze. "We honestly don't know," he said, his tone apologetic. "She just left a few hours ago, and didn't say where she was moving to”. "Please don't harm my husband, he is telling you the truth, we have no idea of her present location”. The wife pleaded in tears. Antonio dropped the man aside and walked back to his car. **** As Antonio drove back to the Montero mansion, his anger was boiling over, and his rage burned like a wildfire, spreading through his body and filling him with a fury he had never felt before. He pulled up to the gate, he honked his horn loudly, startling the guards. “That son of a bitch!” He cursed. Two of the guards came running, and Antonio threw open the door of his car, grabbing the nearest guard by the collar and shoving him up against the wall. “You let her leave." he snapped, his voice cold and threatening, eyes widened staring intimidatingly into the guard's. "You were supposed to be guarding her! Where were you when that bastard took her? How much did he bribe you?" The guard stammered, his eyes wide with fear. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he said, his voice shaking. A punch on the face sent him crashing down on the floor. His red eyes stabbed the other guard beside him. "We-we didn't know that we were not supposed to let her out of the Mansion... Master Damon commanded it and We didn't want to disobey Master Damon. I'm so sorry sir." Antonio's grip on the guard's collar tightened, and he brought his face close to the guard's and grinned. "I'm going to make an example out of you," he said, his voice cold and hard. "I'm going to make sure everyone knows what happens to those who fail to protect what's mine." He took a pistol from the guard's pocket and shot at his leg. "Fucking bastard”. He growled. The guard fell on the ground, his leg partially paralyzed but he cried silently but he didn't scream for help. He was diligent and loyal to his master, one would say. The maids screamed at the sound of the gunshots and the chief maid had to run to his grandma Elizabeth's mansion to inform her. She broke into the room, Antonio's step sisters and his cousin were present. “My lady. Mistress, the young master came back, and there's no lady Angela..he shot the guard”. She cried, panting heavily. Grandma Elizabeth brows arched in anger. “Take me to him”. “We will come with you”. Courtney suggested, Riley agreed. “No you three stay here, he is out of his mind and can shoot at anything”. She instructed them. **** “What do you have to say to yourself”. Antonio sneered and dragged the guard heading into the house, no one dared to stop him. The coldness of the environment was next to none, the other guards and the maids watched in horror. His blood was staining the marble floor dropping all the way. He finally dropped the guard on a spot in the hallway. He ordered the other guards to grab the rest of the staff, and he lined them all up against the wall. He pointed at a particular guard. “Take him to the dark room, I did like to fuck up his ass till he bleed to death”. Literally he would do that. “I am fucking horny!” “Antonio”. Grandma Elizabeth's voice called him. He turned and found her eyes gazing at his face..the fresh scar, his stained shirt and then to the pistol on his hand down, finally to the guard bleeding to death. “Stop this nonsense at once!” Her voice raged. Antonio simply grinned and looked at the maids who casted their eyes down immediately in fear. "You all failed to do your jobs," he said, his voice full of rage. "You were supposed to be protecting my bride, and you didn't. So now, you're all going to pay." The maids were all shaking, their faces pale. They had seen him in a bad mood before but never seen Antonio this angry before, and they had no idea what to expect, not even mother Elizabeth could calm him down. He is completely out of his mind! “You are her personal maidservant?” He pointed at Devia with the pistol. She fell on her knees with her face to the floor. “Antonio!” Grandma Elizabeth shouted seeing his face as he pointed at her. “Are you going to hate me Grandma..how sad..I am not listening to any woman.. not even an old bitch”. He chuckled. “An old bitch!” He laughed as though he was overwhelmed by his own words. “All you do was care for me like I am not the literally most fucked up grandson of yours, why!” “You are on drugs”. Grandma Elizabeth said slowly. “And so fucking what!” He laughed again, his hand pulling the maid's hair and his pistol poking her neck. Her lips were muttering inaudible words, one would say her last prayers and her chest wet with her overflowing tears. “If you kill, consider me dead to you”. Grandma Elizabeth's face was as cold as ever at that statement, Antonio knew she meant it. His eyes widened so large they could meet his hair line then he grinned widely. “Unfortunately, that's what I wanted all along”. “Young master!" a young maid cried, running into the room, her voice full of panic. Antonio turned to gaze at the maid. She knelt down with her face down. "Sir, Lady Angela is back!"