Romeo's Revenge

Chapter Thirty Three: T- Tyb-

The metallic tase of blood infuriated Jose's taste buds. It felt as if he may have lost a tooth or two. His arms were exhausted from holding his weight and his hands lost circulation as he was being tied tightly in the ceiling. He is unable to see with one eye as one of them was greatly swollen. His body felt sore from all the whipping and the beating. On his upper thigh is a deep stab wound from one of the men's knife. The man who made that wound pushed the knife up, forcing it to slice deep in his skin. Jose was surprised that he himself managed to put up a fight as he laughed at the men telling them that they are such pussies which lead to more beatings until he passed out.

The metal doors open and he never bothered looking up, but on his peripheral vision, he knew that the spawn of the devil himself was standing right beside him grinning and anticipating for his upcoming death. Jose scoffed at the thought. He told himself that he doesn't mind dying as long as Romeo is happy and safe from harm's way.

"You're quite a tough one, aren't you?" Alessandro says amusingly, but Jose stayed silent not wanting to waste his precious time on a demonic man.

Alessandro grew irritated. He felt as if he was being disrespected. He grabs his cane and wacks him right across the head, yet Jose wasn't affected. He tried to control his painful groans just to show he wasn't affected. Alessandro hits him again and again until he is satisfied, but the following ones weren't as bad as the first one.

Finally, Jose looks at Alessandro. He was in a wheelchair with an oxygen mask wrapped around his head. Jose couldn't help but laugh out loud. "No wonder why the hits were weak. I totally forgot about how much of a weak man you are now. Pfft. No wonder why the late Lady Juliet decided to finally die." He taunted the old man.

It only brought fury into the old man. "Why you!" He growls getting ready to attack, but all of a sudden, the old man froze in his place. His eyes wide of horror as if he knew what is currently happening to him. He was having a heart attack.

Jose began to laugh even more. "It looks like the god of death finally took a liking to your worthless soul." He spat.

Alessandro was unable to breathe. The pain in his chest was too much and all his body guard could do was panic unable to know what to do. "Come on, Lord Alessandro. Just go to the light, or probably in your case, into the depths of hell. Please, nobody will miss you." Jose gives an evil smile while the old man's body guard told him to shut up. "Just fucking die already, you worthless miserable old man!!!" He yells at the dying man.

"Jose! What the fuck!" Jose snaps his head back to where the voice came from. It was Tybalt.

Jose's heart skipped a beat when seeing him. He realized how much he had missed him, but something was off about Tybalt. It looked like he didn't feel the same way. It looked like he had some sort of resentment towards him, but Jose can't blame him after their breakup. Jose called Tybalt's family a bunch of murderers after all and he loved them dearly. In fact, he knew that Tybalt would die and kill for them. Oh how he hoped Tybalt would not result to the second one.

"Tybalt." His voice squeaked and he felt utterly pathetic and less manly at that very moment.

"Why... why are you insulting my grandfather like that?! What if he really did have a heart attack?! Would you really disrespect him like that?!" Tybalt yelled with a maniacal smile plastered in his face. Jose looked confused. What if he really did have a heart attack? But he wa- Jose looked at the old man and noticed the evil smirk formed on his face.

"You see, Tybalt? I told you didn't I? This man right here is a horrible man." Alessandro laughed. "Which is why I must tell you, he was the very same man who killed your mother two years ago." Jose was shocked about what he said until he came to a realization that Alessandro is trying to rile up Tybalt.

"Tybalt. I did not! I've never even met your mother!" Jose tries to reason with a blood thirsty Tybalt.

"He's lying, my boy. Your mother gathered up information about the death of the Montagues twenty years ago considering she was a very hard working and professional journalist. She found out some dirt about their death that should've remained a secret and killed her right in the spot." It was half true but only Alessandro and his son knew. They had to get rid of Teresita because she delve too deep, but he never knew that the reason for her death would come in handy.

"No! I didn't fucking kill your mother! I knew nothing of her death! God. Tybalt. I swear. I knew that breaking up with you was wrong, but I would never ever hurt you like that. I fucking love you Tybat. Please, believe me." Jose cried out.

"Tybalt, my boy. Do not let him hurt you and deceive you again. In fact, another reason why he killed your mother is because he's been hiding the fact that Romeo Montague is still alive! Romeo blames us, the Capulets, for their deaths. They think it was us who killed them when we didn't. Romeo Montague ordered our entire family to be exterminated like pests! He has been conspiring with the terrorists who killed my dear daughter in law, Sofia, and he is trying to deceive innocent Romeo! We must get rid of him to end this!" Alessandro lies.

"Shut up you fucking old, disgusting deceiving weak fuck! Just fucking die already because no body will ever miss your sorry pathe-" Boom! A shot was fired in the musty room. Jose's eyes grew wide in shock. He felt a stinging sensation on his abdomen. He looks down and sees the flowing red blood making its way to the floor, dripping little by little until it became a red pool. He looks at Tybalt who held a gun in his hand, still pointing at him. He muffles out a little cry, "T-Tyb-"

Another shot was fired. The bullet lead straight in between his temple. Jose's head flew back from the impact and forward. His life now gone forever.