Antonio was sitting in the police car, he had plans of course but his mind can't seem to process why Diana's death was linked to him. And also that video of Angela. She had testified against him being a monster and trying to kill her. Also Jace? She mentioned that Jace is dead! What the fuck happened? Is this just empty accusations to get rid of him? Why would she go this far? Was she threatened? How did they get the video? Is her brother really dead? Is she okay after that video? A lot was running in his mind, but all his instincts were pointing at Damon. He is the one behind it all. However Antonio promised himself that he will get to the bottom of this. As the police car veered off the expected route, Antonio's attention was drawn back to reality. Glancing out the window, he realized they were heading in the opposite direction from the supposed police station. His patience snapped. He leaned forward, his voice sharp with anger, "Where are you taking me? This isn't the way to the station, you fools!" The officers exchanged a glance but remained silent and their expressions remained the same. “Stop this car right away”. He snapped but as he tended to make a move but suddenly he felt the cold, hard metal of guns pressed against his temples. The officers sitting on either side of him had drawn their weapons, making sure he submitted to them. Antonio scoffed a cold chuckle in awareness of the new development. He reluctantly leaned back in his seat, his rage now simmering beneath a veneer of forced calm. “I see,..….that son of a bitch.” He muttered to himself. The car eventually came to a halt in a remote area far from the city. As the officers roughly pulled Antonio out, he saw a helicopter waiting on a nearby clearing. The motors whirred loudly, kicking up dust and leaves, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. Standing beside the helicopter, dressed in a familiar outfit and with a smug smile on his face, was Damon. How did he get there so fast? Not a surprise to Antonio at all. He predicted it already. Damon simply smirked, stepping forward with an air of triumph. "Surprised to see me, brother?" Damon asked coolly. "It's time we settle things, once and for all." “Surprised? This is childish and lame, a complete definition of what you represent, how could I be surprised”. Antonio smirked back. Damon shook his head with laughter. “Always ready to make an entrance huh? I think we can quit the act, he is Antonio after all we can't deceive him, can we?” The men who had posed as police officers suddenly lowered their guns and exchanged knowing looks. In a swift, fluid motion, they began peeling off their uniforms, revealing plain clothes underneath. Antonio looked at them with no expression on his face, his hands still cuffed behind him. After the fake police men revealed their true identities, his eyes went back to Damon’s, and a wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “So, this is your big move, Damon? Having your jackasses pretending to be cops and leading me here? I’ll give you credit—it’s bold. But you should know better than to think I’d be caught off guard by something like this.” Damon’s smirk faltered slightly by Antonio’s confidence but knowing he had more surprises in store for him made him smile even more. “You know that's part of you that I envy…CONFIDENCE! It's the Montero's world and as the heir you do feel like a god huh?” Damon laughed again. “The hot sexiest man of the year…the Hollywood hotshot….the cold mafia leader…you are everything I dreamt of, sad story right?” “And this is how you want to get it all, at least a facial and height improvement surgery is a better option, don't you think so?” Antonio replied. Damon laughed again. “Always full of yourself. I love that, taking you down will be more satisfying this way”. Antonio stepped closer to Damon, his eyes burning with intensity. “Now tell me, Damon, what’s your endgame here? If you are planning to take over the Montero's, you are a clown, you are not a Montero, and the fool who adopted you is still alive, he will be the one that I will have to battle.” Damon rolled his eyes. “I know I know of course, that's why I get rid of him, the pervert still treats me like his little toy, and guess what I did, I made him a bottom, fucked him up and killed him right after. I wasn't made to be under anyone, I am made to rule”. “Nice one”. “Thank you now, let's get back to business shall we?” Damon's face twisted as he pulled a gun from his waistband and aimed it directly at Antonio. The smirk that had wavered before was now replaced by a hardened glare. "You always had it all, didn’t you?" Damon sneered, his voice dripping with resentment. "That old whore adored you, doted on you like you were the only one who mattered, I had her poisoned." Antonio's red veiny eyes shot at him, he clenched his fists. “You should know better than spill such nonsense”. “Awww, I triggered him by mentioning his old whore, show me what you can do, show me that Monster in you”. Antonio remained still, just his red eyes burning down everything around him. Damon gasped in a sarcastic way. “Oh no you are helpless and can't fight? This is where it all changes, Antonio," Damon continued, his hand steady on the trigger. "I’m going to take everything from you—your wealth, your power, your life. You’re not so high and mighty now, are you? All that pride, all that confidence, and look where it’s gotten you.” Antonio didn’t waver. Instead, he looked Damon directly in the eye, his voice calm and dry. "You think taking it all from me will make you feel like you finally won? But even if you pull that trigger, you’ll still be living in my shadow, chasing after something you’ll never truly have. I was born to be powerful…you will never know what that feels like." Damon held out the gun with a fierce look on his face this time. “Oh but I know what killing an arrogant fool feels like”.