All Chapters of Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise : Chapter 181
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Chapter 181
Antonio returned home that evening and noticed the golden necklace his mother had given him resting atop the polished mahogany surface.He picked it up, feeling the cold metal against his fingers.The craftsmanship was exquisite. As he touched it, a strange warmth spread through his palms, climbing his arms, and sinking deep into his chest. Almost immediately, his eyes widened as a sudden weightless sensation overtook him. The room blurred, the walls faded, and in an instant, Antonio felt himself pulled into a vision.Golden light entered his body, healing his veins and giving him strength. He saw a vision of the necklace’s origin: a heavenly forge struck by lightning, shaping the ore into a powerful artifact. The forge’s light filled the necklace with energy to strengthen body and mind. As the vision faded, Antonio felt its power become part of him.When his vision cleared, he found himself back in his room, but he was no longer the man who had walked through the door. His body
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As soon as he ended the call, Don stood silently, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.Antonio’s words still echoed in his mind like a heavy drumbeat. He had always known that Antonio was not a man to be trifled with.Don understood the weight of the request Antonio had placed before him.If he refused, if he so much as hesitated, he would lose everything. He would never again be welcomed into Antonio’s team.Worse still, his former connections in the underworld, the team he had abandoned in the past, would hear of his defiance. And once that happened, Don knew he would not live to see another sunrise. Antonio's team has been a cover and shield for him since he joined them. The underworld team would come for him, and there would be nowhere to hide from their vengeance. He wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t ready to fall so low, not now, not like this.So Don swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. “I’ll go,” he whispered to himself. ---The day came
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Antonio’s men stiffened. Don stood closest to Antonio, his hands trembling against the cold steel of his rifle at the sight of the dead men on the floor. Before Antonio could give a command, shadows detached from the walls. Blackthorn’s men slid into view, their eyes burning with the madness of men who had already tasted blood tonight. Their sudden movement was like a trap springing shut. “Ambush!” Antonio shouted, but the warning came too late. A gunshot cracked through the air. Within two kilometers of where Antonio had positioned his team, some of his men had already dropped, their bodies jerking as bullets ripped through them. One man gasped, clutching his chest before collapsing. Another man didn’t even scream—his throat was opened before he could react. Don froze. His eyes widened as he turned to Antonio in fear. Was this how it would end? He thought of the warnings he had given Antonio, his constant urging to stay away from Blackthorn. Now, w
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Don’s heart froze the instant he saw the fifty men emerging from the shadows, their faces twisted with menace, and their weapons glinting in the dim light of the cave. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat. Was this how it would end? Was he, Don, going to lose his life here, surrounded by the relentless and merciless, just like the men who had fallen before them? Panic clawed at his chest, making it hard to breathe.Antonio, sensing Don’s hesitation, refused to let fear take root in his men. His gaze sharpened like steel as he assessed the fifty figures advancing on them. He would not lose any more men—he had sworn it—and nothing in this world, not even death itself, would sway him. With a deep, controlled breath, Antonio summoned the extraordinary mystical strength that coursed through him.In an instant, the air around him seemed to thicken. Energy pulsed from him, like invisible waves rippling outward.The fifty men barely had time to take another step before they b
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Antonio stood tall and unflinching.His men clung to the walls behind him, still recovering from the shock of what they had just witnessed. Fifty bodies had already littered the ground, crushed under Antonio’s power. But thirty more—burly, fierce, monstrous in size—had just emerged.They could tell that these ones would crush them. Upon hearing Blackthorn’s threat, Antonio chuckled. It was sharp, calculated, and mocking, as if the enemy’s words had no weight at all. Then, before anyone could process what was happening, Antonio moved.Within the twinkling of an eye, he tore through the thirty men with the same effortless power he had used against the fifty before them. His strikes were brutal yet precise.It was a deadly storm that none of them could withstand. Bones cracked like dry twigs, bodies crumpled as if they were paper, and within moments, the cavern floor was littered with corpses.The thirty men were gone!Dead on the floor.Blackthorn’s smile faltered for the first
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Upon leaving the inner room, Blackthorn had adorned himself in what looked like a dark cloak, woven with faint crimson symbols that seemed to pulse like veins. The garment rippled unnaturally, as if alive.His eyes glowed faintly and the room itself grew heavier with each of his breaths.“You fool,” Blackthorn hissed, his voice deeper than before, vibrating with layered tones. “You’ll soon get to know who you are fighting?”Antonio did not move. His expression remained as calm and unreadable as stone.“Yes,” Antonio finally answered, his tone low, dismissive. “I have already seen a desperate man hiding behind toys and cloaks.”The dark lord snarled and lunged forward with unnatural speed.To Don and the others, it was like watching lightning strike—so fast, so violent, that their eyes barely kept pace. But Antonio didn’t flinch. He shifted, just slightly, and the furious arc of Blackthorn’s strike missed him by a hair’s breadth. With his counter, Antonio’s fist slammed into Black
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At this point, he was no longer ready to pretend. He felt his pride, arrogance, and the illusion of invincibility all stripped away, just as Antonio had stripped him of his strength. He could feel life slipping from him slowly. Each breath came with effort and each heartbeat weaker than the last.I am giving up the ghost, Blackthorn thought bitterly. For centuries, he had been the terror of men, the nightmare whispered in fearful tavern tales. Now he lay defeated, not by an army, not by sorcery, but by one man whose fists had proven mightier than his cloak of power.He realized he could not afford to be alone in this state. Without help, he would die here in his own hall, swallowed by the shadows he once commanded. There was nobody left of his men to help him. Antonio had offered him a condition, a single chance at survival, and for the first time in his long, wretched life, Blackthorn found himself hoping—hoping—that if he obeyed, Antonio would indeed help him live.Forcing hi
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Antonio’s smile was small, almost predatory, as he crouched down until his face was level with Blackthorn’s. “Who were her parents?” he asked. “And where are they now?”Blackthorn’s eyes flicked away.His arrogance seemed to be gone, replaced by a raw, animal fear. He took a ragged breath, as if the words were sandpaper in his throat. For a moment there was silence, until finally he exhaled.“They’re dead,” he said. “Both of them.”For Antonio, the words landed like ice down his spine. Dead?The word tasted foreign and cruel.Antonio’s jaw tightened. He refused to let the bleakness settle into him. He would not accept it without seeing the path that led there. “How do you know?” he demanded. “Tell me everything. Tell me how you know they’re dead.”Blackthorn swallowed, blood bubbling in his throat.“I captured them,” he said finally. The words came out like a confession spat into the dirt. “Years ago. They were travelers—the sort of people who pass through and never belong t
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Antonio’s hands were iron on Blackthorn’s throat, his fingers pressing mercilessly into soaked cloth and slick hair as Blackthorn gagged and clawed at the air.“Speak!” Antonio hissed. “Who has them? Who did you sell them to? Tell me the names and locations. Now!”Blackthorn’s swollen lips stammered around words that came out like wet leaves. He clawed for breathing room and for mercy of any kind.For a long moment he only choked and gurgled, and then, coughing thickly, he rasped, “I don’t—please—hold on…” Pain sharpened his voice into pleading. He lifted a trembling hand as if begging for a reprieve from whatever retribution awaited.Antonio’s grip did not loosen. The cavern seemed to contract until the only sounds were his own measured breathing and the wet rasp leaking from Blackthorn. The dark lord’s eyes rolled, and at last he croaked, “Wait. I—call them. I’ll call them. Don’t—don’t break my neck yet.”Blackthorn’s voice made it clear that if Antonio spared him, he would tel
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The following morning, Antonio called his men, “What we need now is their specific location. That is the missing piece. I want you to use the name, Elias and Marianne Greyson. Walk alongside it, follow its trail. Search every corner up silver range in the Northern part. In every town, every archive, every registry—wherever that name appears, follow it. Question quietly, listen more than you speak. If you find anyone who carries the name or has changed from it, I want to know.” His tone dropped, sharp as a blade. “Do it quietly. Do not attract suspicion. If word gets out about this search, we could lose everything before we begin.” “Yes, sir,” one of the men said firmly, and the others nodded. Antonio waved his hand, dismissing them. “Go now. You have three days.” The men left swiftly, their footsteps echoing down the corridor until silence fell again. The first day dragged by with no word. Antonio kept himself busy, pouring his energy into planning, into other matters o