The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Final judgement

I turned, and there he was, the man who had orchestrated this entire nightmare.

The one who dared to hurt Amara, who scarred my children, who played God with our lives.

He stood alone, a smug grin plastered on his face, confident that his reign of terror had reached its peak. But he was wrong.

This was his end.

I stared him down, fury boiling within me, the weight of every agonizing moment from the past months crashing down like a tidal wave.

This was the man who made me miss my children's birth, who manipulated Amara into driving a knife into my chest, who revelled in our suffering.

"Take them," I whispered to Amara, my voice low but firm. I handed the twins into her waiting arms.

She clutched them close, her eyes never leaving mine. She knew what was coming, and she didn't stop me.

With the twins safe, I began to walk forward, each step deliberate, heavy with the wrath l'd kept caged inside me for far too long.

He sneered, but I could see the flicker of fear in his eyes.

He thought he had broken us, that he had won. He couldn't have been more mistaken.

"You think you've won, Blackwood?" he taunted, his voice shaky, betraying the fear beneath his bravado.

"She'll never be the same. You'll never be the same!"

I didn't reply. Words were meaningless now. Only actions would suffice.

I reached him, my fists clenched, every muscle in my body coiled tight with rage.

I could feel Amara watching, feeling the twins' soft breathing in the distance.

This wasn't just about revenge; this was about justice, about reclaiming the peace he had shattered.

He drew a gun, aiming it at my chest. I didn't flinch. His hand trembled as I stepped close, my eyes locked on his.

"Let me go, and I'll disappear," he stammered, desperation creeping into his voice. "You'll never see me again."

I said nothing, just kept walking toward him, slow and steady. He fired the qun, but I was faster.

With a swift motion, I disarmed him, the weapon clattering to the ground uselessly.

His eyes widened in terror as I grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand.

"This is for my family," I growled, my voice like thunder. I slammed him against the wall, the force of it shaking the room.

His face contorted in pain, but I didn't let go.

"This is for Amara," I hissed, tightening my grip as he gasped for air.

His eyes bulged as he clawed at my hand, but it was useless. He was finished.

"And this," I said, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper, "this is for my children."

With one final surge of strength, I threw him across the room. He crashed into the opposite wall, crumpling to the floor in a broken heap.

I walked over to him, grabbing the gun from the floor and cocking it.

His breathing was laboured, and he looked up at me with pleading eyes, the fear now fully replacing his arrogance.

"Please... don't..." But mercy wasn't an option. Not for him.

I aimed the qun at his head. "You don't deserve to live," I said coldly and pulled the trigger.

The shot rang out, and his body went limp, lifeless on the ground.

I lowered the gun, the adrenaline slowly fading, leaving me standing in the silence of the aftermath.

The room was quiet now, the air heavy with the finality of what had just transpired.

I turned back to Amara, who stood there watching, our children safely in her arms.

She gave me a small nod, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and understanding.

This was the end of one chapter and the beginning of another one where we would rebuild, stronger than
ever.

I walked back to her, taking her hand in mine. "It's over," I whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Yes," she whispered back, her voice steady, her eyes shining with determination.

"It is." And together, we walked out, leaving behind the wreckage of our past, ready to face whatever came next.