All Chapters of Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise : Chapter 271
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Chapter 270
Antonio slid the bracelet into the inner pocket of his coat.The words — The Black Gang Group — tasted like ash on his tongue. He could feel the weight of it, not only the alloy resting against his palm but the accumulation of two ruined nights: the echo of his mother’s last breath, Marianne’s small hand clutched in Cynthia’s, the red scrap of paper that had slipped like a warning from silk into his life. Each memory stacked on the other until they formed a pressure that demanded action.He didn’t hesitate. Hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Antonio had long ago learned to judge a threat by the sound of its footsteps and the patience of its silence. Some fights required immediate answers; others demanded the slow, steady carving away of lies until the truth bled out. This one would take both — the quick strike to stop whatever was happening now and the patient work to destroy what had allowed it to happen.At the car, the city smelled of diesel and heat. Antonio fished
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“Tell me straight,” Antonio said as soon as his men assembled before him. His voice was flat and firm. He wanted facts, not fear.Levi leaned forward. Tattooed knuckles, tired eyes — he looked like a man who had been up too long but who would not stop. “Boss, we found them,” he said. “And we found out why they’ve been untouchable.”Everyone at the table moved closer. Marcus crossed his arms and watched him. Dean flicked his cigarette and watched the ash fall. “They aren’t a normal gang,” Levi continued. “Not just muscle and cash. They use rituals. Old ones. These are real, and strange. They mark people and places with symbols. They bind things to houses and to bloodlines. People who meet them say they aren’t seen the same way twice. One witness might see a line of black figures; the next person sees nothing. They vanish and reappear. It’s like they move through fog.”A cold quiet settled over the room. Antonio felt it down his spine. “Rites,” Marcus said, repeating the word slo
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Antonio's men were spread around the perimeter with rifles ready, eyes scanning for any sign of movement. The city lights behind them dimmed into a soft, distant haze, leaving the building in near-total darkness except for the faint glow of the streetlamps that barely penetrated the abandoned neighborhood. The air was thick with the scent of decay and damp asphalt. “Report,” Antonio’s voice cut through the stillness, low, calm, but carrying the weight of authority that demanded immediate attention. One of his men stepped forward, holding a small tablet that cast a dim glow on his face. “Boss, we’ve located him. The leader of the Black Gang Group has been traced to this house. Surveillance confirms he’s inside, though it’s difficult to get a solid visual. Security measures around him are… unusual.” Antonio’s lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw tightening slightly. “Unusual how?” “Not normal, sir,” the man replied. “It’s more than cameras or motion detectors. There are m
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Antonio ducked instinctively behind a stack of metal crates, narrowly avoiding the first salvo. The roar of explosions and the crackle of burning projectiles filled the air. The smell of scorched metal and smoke stung his nostrils. “Take cover!” Antonio barked, his voice tense but commanding. His men scrambled for safety, diving behind whatever structures they could find—crates, pallets, old machinery. But the fire weapons seemed to move with a terrifying precision, tracking their every step. The first wave of casualties came quickly. Marco, who had always been Antonio’s right hand, cried out as a projectile grazed his leg, sending him sprawling across the floor. Blood soaked his jeans, and he struggled to crawl toward cover. Dean’s shoulder was shredded by another shot, and he dropped his rifle in shock. Then Javier, the youngest member of the squad, went down entirely, motionless, a single shot piercing his chest. The group froze, a collective horror gripping them.
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Antonio was about to step out of his study when he heard the insistent vibration of his phone.Glancing down, Antonio saw the name of his father’s butler flashing insistently on the screen. He frowned.Calls from the butler at odd hours were rarely for mundane matters. The subtle tremor in the butler’s voice as he answered only confirmed that something serious had occurred.“Young Master, you must come immediately. It’s your father… his condition is getting worse. It looks like he’s on the verge of giving up the ghost. You need to get here… to hear his last words,” the butler said.Antonio’s brow furrowed deeply. His father’s health had been in decline for several months. He had expected deterioration, of course, but he had silently hoped that the old man would hold on a little longer, if only to see him secure in his own plans, to ensure that the Morris legacy would remain unbroken. The thought of hearing that his father might pass away without seeing certain arrangements fulfil
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Antonio frowned slightly, leaning closer. The hospital room was quiet except for the faint, rhythmic beeping from the monitor beside the bed. Antonio lowered himself so his father could hear him clearly.“What request, Father?” he asked softly. “What haven’t I fulfilled?”His voice was calm, but inside he was unsettled. His father did not speak in riddles—at least, not when it concerned matters of the family. If there was something he believed Antonio had failed to do, then it had to be something significant. Still, Antonio could not immediately place it. He scanned his memories quickly, his thoughts running through the years.His father had always been a man of high standards, a man who lived for the preservation and elevation of the Morris name. As a child, Antonio had been trained to excel—academically, socially, and politically. He had taken on enemies, dismantled threats, expanded the family empire, strengthened alliances, and carried burdens that most people would crumbl
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The next morning at the Ortega Mansion, Liora had barely finished brushing her hair when a soft knock came at her bedroom door.“Miss Ortega,” one of the maids said politely, bowing her head slightly. “Your mother has requested your presence downstairs. The family is waiting.”Liora paused, her brush halfway through her auburn hair. “Everyone?”“Yes, miss. Everyone.”That alone made her stomach tighten, because the Ortega family did not simply gather without reason. Family meetings were rare—and when they happened, they always meant something significant. Sometimes it was good news. More often, it was not.She set down her brush and smoothed her dress before following the maid out into the hallway. Her footsteps were light, but her heart felt heavy, beating with a sense of foreboding she couldn’t shake. The winding staircase curved gracefully downward, its polished banister cool beneath her fingertips as she descended.As she neared the living room, she caught sight of them already
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The man was tall—easily towering above most people—with broad shoulders that filled out his suit. His presence alone felt heavy, commanding attention without a single word. His dark hair was styled back with such precision and smoothness that it looked as though it had been sculpted rather than simply brushed. Not a single strand dared fall out of place.His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass. He was handsome.Extremely.But in a dangerous, almost predatory way.The kind of beauty that lured people close just so it could hurt them.He wore an impeccably tailored suit—a deep charcoal shade that contrasted sharply with the silver cufflinks gleaming at his wrists. Even from across the room, his cologne drifted toward them, a cool, expensive scent with faint notes of cedar and spice. It smelled like influence, power, and like someone who had never known true struggle.And beneath all of it was arrogance. His arrogance seemed to clung to him like a second skin.The moment he stepp
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Upon hearing Liora’s words, Damian’s smirk dropped instantly, wiped clean from his face as though someone had slapped the expression off him. His mouth twitched, opening slightly as though he wanted to respond, but no sound came out. His ego seemed to crumple in on itself. But before he could gather the pieces of his pride, before he could speak a single wounded word, a voice exploded from behind Liora like a thunderclap.“What did you just say?!”The sound tore through the room, making everyone flinch. Her mother’s heels struck the polished marble floor sharply—click, click, click—each step echoing with rage as she stormed forward. Anger radiated from her in waves so thick they might as well have been visible. Her eyes were stretched wide, filled with disbelief, humiliation, and a sharp, cutting fury that made the air itself feel dangerous.“You can’t what?” she repeated, louder this time, her voice trembling with outrage. “You can’t marry him?”Liora swallowed, the inside of
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Damian, sensing that the conversation was dragging and perhaps wishing to leave before it became even more uncomfortable, held up his hands politely, his smile tight and calculated. Every inch of him screamed control and restraint, yet there was a subtle edge, an impatience barely contained beneath the surface.“I think we’ve spoken enough for now,” Damian said, his voice courteous but firm.“There’s no need for further explanations. I appreciate your hospitality, Mrs. Ortega, and I will excuse myself.” With a formal nod, he turned on his heel and made his way toward the entrance. Each step carried with it the echo of authority and dominance, even in retreat.The moment the sound of the door closing behind him resonated through the hall, Liora’s mother whirled around with a speed and fury that made the walls themselves seem to tremble. Her face was flushed with anger, disbelief, and humiliation.Her lips pressed into a tight line before she let out a roar of indignation. “Liora! H