Antonio's POV:
The house remained still.
Nothing but the sound of old ticking clocks and the drips of water falling from a broken vase that splayed it's sharp edges all over the floor.
My eyes remained on my hands. My hands that were painted the colour of red. My hands that took a life to save my own. My hands that wouldn't think twice on doing it again.
A small groan appeared in the quiet house. 'He's still not dead ??' My mind seemed to scream as my eyes drifted to that groan.
Two pair of brown eyes flashed in my direction, one hand moved up in a grabbing motion.
I crouched down to the almost dead body flicking its head back to see its monstrous face. A pack a cigarettes slipped into my hands whilst I watched the hideous thing, pulling out a match to light the toxic stick in my hand.
Taking in the chemicals, I let out one big puff directing it at the face in front of me. "Why can't you simply die?" Tilting my head a little.
My fathers eyes still remained on my face but no letters nor words appeared to form on his ripped lips.
"Well?" I seemed to question but who was I kidding.
Taking the already lit up cigar, I placed it on his forehead twisting it to kill the bud. He let out a small whimper as a small circle began to mark his forehead.
It wasn't like it would matter anyways. He'd be dead by the end of this.
Getting up from the stained floor, I walked to reach my gun that had flew out of my hand during our fight.
I wiped the few splatters of blood on my already stained pants and proceeded to walk to the dying corpse.
The gun seemed to aim for the small mark on his forehead I had left picking that as my target.
Tilting my head back at the ceiling, I let out a little sign 'this is for you mother' I whispered to myself before I decided to shoot.
"Tell Satan I said hello" I spoke just as I pulled the trigger finally ending his pathetic life.
The noise echoed through the house that remained still.
And that's when I had finally found it.
I found peace.
But that all ended with a simple phone call.
"This is Antonio" I said to the other side of the phone.
"What did you do now" Donatello spoke on the other line.
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His Temptation - on hold
RomantizmBook 2 of his obsession. 5 years later** After the incident that had occurred five years ago. Lucia thought that they had all found their peace. That was until she saw a familiar face lurking at her brothers wedding. ~~~~~~~~~~ Antonio and Lucia...
