When they arrived, the Montero's Mansion. The buildings were staged on a tall mountain from the rest of the city, no wonder it was called the Montero's world. It was another city on its own from the rest of the word. Like an empire! The biggest thing Antonio has seen in the last years after his memory loss. The servants and maids were nowhere to be found. They have been instructed to stay indoors by their new master. Antonio's head throbbed as he was shoved through a pair of heavy iron doors, the metal groaning on its hinges. The hands that gripped his arms were rough, pushing him down a dimly lit corridor like a common servant. He was at least relieved he would see Hinata again. When they got to a particular hallway. The walls of the place were familiar and the faint scent of cigar smoke triggering fragments of memories that Antonio couldn't fully grasp. His instincts screamed at him that he had been here before. However, he just couldn't remember anything. Unknown to him, the hall was once his sanctuary, the hallway of his dark room, his favorite place when he led the mafia groups fiercely. Now, it is a different place and no longer the same, except for a single ornate chair at the far end, resembling a throne. On it, sat Damon, looking like a dark king. His sharp features were illuminated by the glow of a cigarette dangling from his lips, its smoke curling lazily around him like a serpent. His eyes, cold and evil, lit up with a predatory gleam as Antonio was being dragged towards him by the men in black. "Ah! Welcome back! It's been a long time". Damon drawled, a smirk curling his lips. "You look... Well...good enough. My man told me you were screaming like a princess when they took down your guards. They said you lost your memories, I am not daft to believe such lies". Antonio yanked his arms free from his captors, his glare fixed on Damon's face. "Where is Hinata?" He snapped with his eyes red with anger. The men held him again, pinning his hands behind him. Damon's eyes widened in surprise, then he grinned. "You want to convince me that you lost memory so bad? That's why you ask of Hinata and not Angela". Antonio was getting impatient with his drama. "Cut the crap! What do you want, Damon?" Antonio snapped fearlessly. "Like they told you. I don't remember anything from my past. My memory is as blank as a dark board. I don't care whether you believe me or not. You have no right to attack us, we were on our way to this place after all. And I am here now. Let Hinata go. You want me. Here I am! Let her go, you brat!" Damon leaned forward, his smirk still playing on his lips. "What do I want?" He raised a brow then exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze narrowing as he studied Antonio. "You know as long as you're alive, I'll never be the heir and finally take over this world. I've waited too long for this moment, ever since I was old enough to want something else than your little hole." "Excuse me?" Antonio replied with a disgust expression on his face. Damon didn't repeat himself. "Whatever that is about, I don't care to know. Let Hinata go...we made a deal...let the girl go!" Antonio snapped, not minding the two hands of the masked man holding him down by the shoulder and another pinning his wrists at his back. Damon's eyes shot at him. "Don't you get it? The moment people found out you were still alive, everything I built started to crumble. Some of those servants still see you as the rightful leader. They whisper about the glory days under Antonio, about how the true heir will return and reclaim his throne. The media are talking about your legendary return". His replied with eye roll and his voice laced with hate. "So, you brought me here to finish the job you couldn't do the first time?" Antonio asked. Damon's eyes lit up. "Exactly, you are smart. You see... now the whole world knows you're back. You're in my way to control, the legacy of the Montero's world. You were always the heir apparent, the golden boy with the right to rule. And me? I was just an adopted play thing by the old man. Trained to be his sex toy ...under the mask of his son. That old son of a bitch". His jaw clenched at the remembrance of his first day, then he released himself with a smile. "Good thing. I had a thing for the same sex the first time I met you and was introduced as your brother to be, it wasn't at all a bitter experience like yours. Now I am no longer that pathetic toy anymore, I grew stronger and smarter. It's all thanks to the old fool adopted me into this blood sucking family... Now is the time for me to rule the Montero's, it's my era, and it will be legendary!" He announced like a villain in a TV show Antonio had no idea what all the backstory was about, and didn't bother to think too much about it. One thing he could make out from his confused mind is that this Damon was jealous of him as an heir, so he needed to get rid of him. "This is all about being the heir. You think if I'm gone, you get everything. I mean, you have been controlling it for years now...why don't you continue or just ask instead of the bloodshed? You jealous pig! " Antonio snapped angrily. "Jealous?" Damon laughed. A cold, mirthless sound that bounced off the walls. He glared down at Antonio, with a smirk on his face, and flicked his cigarette away, letting it smolder on the stone floor. "Jealousy is a weak man's excuse. I could have asked for the heir? Well, you are right... I will set my priorities straight, and indeed I will do as you said. I shall ask ". He tore his pants off with his bare hand, standing tall and proud with a raging erection. "Antonio Montero be my male whore and kiss my balls...he-he". He announced and grinned with his whole teeth, hands spread wide open. The most horrible grin anyone could describe. Antonio had never felt so disrespected. "I shall never indulge in such! I have a woman! What the fuck are you talking about?!" Damon's eyes flashed with annoyance, his smirk faltering for a fraction of a second. He stepped closer to Antonio, the scent of smoke and cologne wafting off him. Antonio heart raced, sewing him naked and leaning closer to him, but before Antonio could say anything. Damon caught his jaw and spoke to his face. "You must have really lost your mind to say that. Look around you, pretty boy. Each of these men have been fucked mercilessly by you in this very place... whenever you feel like. In form of a punishment or for your own masochistic pleasure. You enjoyed filling your never-ending semen into them holes... until they are half dead...most of them have lost their senses down there from your trauma. I enjoy those scenes, so I am not judging you." "What?" Antonio muttered, his eyes widened. His breathing fastened, and he could feel a storm of rage building up inside of him. Damon continued. "You didn't ask whether they like it or not...don't act surprised. You are attracted to men after all, I was there when your little cherry hole was disvirgined... I took my turn after consoling you like a good big brother". Instead of the rage building up in Antonio to explode. He burst into tears and fall on his face. "I am...am...sorry... I don't remember... I am truly sorry, everyone... I am sorry for forcing you into something like that...without your permission... I was a monster... I was inhuman. I shouldn't have... I have no right to treat you like that... I wish I could go back in time to make amends... I am sorry...now I understand why you must have hated me...why you had to break your vow and betray the Monteros. All I am asking is for you to free those innocent women and punish me as you please... I deserve it". This was nothing like Courtney plan says, but he is not going to fight again. He has done enough damage. His guilt made him weak and helpless. "Dude, what the fuck is this? Pathetic". Damon burst into a loud thunderous laughter while the guards exchanged confuse glances.