Antonio stared out the tinted window of the black Mercedes he was in, on his way to the Montero's Mansion. Courtney's words echoed in his mind. Her warning regarding Damon and the plan they made to win this fight. He pressed his fingers to his temple, the dull ache in his head was getting worse with each passing minute. It wasn't very easy to get it all together, especially with the fact that he is unsure of Hinata's situation at the moment. He still got his phone in his hand, hoping that he could at least hear her voice. So he would know that she is alive at least. The personal driver given to him by Courtney navigated the quiet streets, his hands held steady on the wheel, eyes flicking occasionally to the rearview mirror, while two of the Montero's security guards flanked him, ensuring enough security. Antonio should have felt safe. Yet, an unease lingered in the pit of his stomach, a sixth sense warning him about a danger. He sighed deeply. "Maybe I am just getting tensed up and nervous for nothing... I just hope no one would pay for my rotten past. I hope Damon would reason things with me and stop this fight. I have no idea what the old me would have done...but I had to handle it my way now, a better way". He said to himself as his eyes drifted back to the window, he could see his reflection staring back at him, looking confused and helpless. Suddenly, he saw it-a flicker of movement in the side mirror. A flash of headlights behind them. His driver noticed and was tense, his eyes quickly narrowed as he checked the mirrors. "We're being followed," he announced to let the guards know. Before Antonio could react to that statement. A sudden roar of engines filled the air. Two black SUVs barreled down the street behind them, tires screeching as they swerved to block their path. "Why are we being followed? We are going to the place after all". Antonio asked confused. "He is threatened by the old you, young master... You used to be so dangerous, so he had to take caution". The driver replied and slammed on the brakes, the Mercedes jerking to a halt. The guards reached for their guns. "Get down, sir!" One of the guards shouted, pushing Antonio to the floor of the car. Antonio's heart pounded in his chest, he could feel adrenaline flooding his veins. He could barely see over the seat, but the scene outside was clear enough. Damon's men in dark clothes, faces masked, pouring out of the SUVs with guns drawn. The whole place exploded into chaos. Gunfire erupted, bullets shattering the broad daylight. It was nothing like Antonio had seen in the past few years of his new identity. He couldn't help but scream out because of the deafening sounds plus lots of unknown before his eyes even when his eyes were open, like hallucinations. Could it be that the gunshots triggered something in his memories? Yet, they weren't clear. The memories were moving so hard he couldn't grab any of the information displayed by his brain. Suddenly, the windows of the Mercedes splintered into a spiderweb of cracks, glass raining down inside the car. Antonio's driver was the first to fall, a bullet pierced through his chest and blood splattering across the dashboard. He slumped over the wheel, the car's horn blaring in a continuous wail. "What the hell is going on!" Antonio shouted in panic. One of the guards managed to fire back, hitting one of the assailants, but there were too many of them. Another burst of gunfire, and the second guard went down, his body slamming against the side of the car. The remaining guard managed to throw open the door and fire a few rounds before he, too, was hit, his body crumpling to the ground. Antonio's breath came in ragged gasps, his body shaking as he tried to comprehend the surrounding carnage. The acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air, mixing with the metallic scent of blood. He struggled to move, to reach for the gun the guard had dropped, but a pair of strong hands yanked the car door open, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him out. Antonio fell on his knees in front of a tall masked muscular man in all black like a game character. He looked like the leader, judging from his confidence and aura. "There you are, young master Antonio". The man said, not with a tone of respect but mockery. "Get your hands off me! This is uncalled-for! How can you kill people who did nothing to you? We are on our way to your Lord Damon, why the attack, not like we are running away! You fools!" Antonio shouted, struggling against his captors, his blood boiling. Those men just sacrificed themselves for him. Why? He is yet to understand all this, but they don't deserve to die. He felt himself getting emotional over those dead bodies. "You look like him, but you sound, and you act nothing like him...how interesting...it makes you a lot sexier. What happened to your strength, man? Everyone! Antonio Montero is now a joke." The man announced, and the thunderous laughter sent triggers back to Antonio's head. He grabbed Antonio's chin, staring at his wet face. "I hope Lord Damon will let us take turns in making you a submissive bitch before he eliminates you...reminds me of someone...who enjoys male bitches that way...". He leaned closer, so their lips were just inches apart. "I might as well taste you before anyone else". Antonio arched his brows and spat on his face. "Disgusting fool." A fist connected with Antonio's jaw and sent him back to the floor instantly. "Still as stubborn as ever, huh?" Antonio was still trying to recover... When he felt rough hands pull him up, his wrists bound behind his back, and pushed him into their car.