All Chapters of Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise : Chapter 361
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The leader straightened his shoulders and adjusted Antonio’s shirt on his body, tugging at the fabric as if to assert dominance over it. The material clung to him in a strange way, almost as though it resisted his touch and as though it recognized that it did not belong there. However, the leader ignored it completely. His focus was elsewhere, consumed by his certainty that victory was already his.He reached into a small leather bag slung across his side and brought out a ring. It was dark and heavy. Its surface etched with unfamiliar symbols that seemed to twist and shift when viewed from certain angles. The ring absorbed the light around it, dulling the glow of the room as if shadows bent toward it. Just holding it made the leader’s pulse quicken. He could feel its weight, its promise, and his confidence surged instantly.“This is the final piece. The shirt. The ring. Power stacked upon power,” the leader said with a crooked grin, sliding the ring onto his finger with delibera
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Antonio’s men did not hesitate for even a second.The moment Antonio gave the order, two shadows detached themselves from the corners of the compound, moving with silent precision. They had been there the entire night, unseen and unnoticed, blending seamlessly into the darkness like extensions of it. These were not reckless men driven by bravado or noise; they were disciplined, trained, and utterly loyal.While chaos had unfolded inside the mansion, they had watched patiently, waiting for the single word that would set them in motion.Within seconds, they caught up with the fleeing gang member just as he reached the gate. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, breath tearing in and out of him in ragged gasps. The iron gate loomed ahead, freedom just a few steps away, when hands like iron clamps seized his arms. He barely had time to shout before he was yanked backward with brutal efficiency, his feet scraping uselessly against the ground as he was dragged back toward the hou
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“What took you so long?” Hanson’s voice exploded through the speaker the moment the line connected.“Do you people even know how to handle a phone? I’ve been dialing your leader’s number over and over again and he’s not picking up. What the hell is wrong with him?”The man winced and pulled the phone slightly away from his ear. Hanson’s anger poured through the line without pause, loud and relentless, accusation stacked upon accusation as though Hanson had been waiting for an outlet for his frustration.“Or did you all suddenly forget how assignments work?” Hanson continued, his tone sharp and impatient. “You were given simple instructions. Simple! Get the shirt. Neutralize Antonio. Report back. Now no one is answering their phones. Are you people trying to make fools out of us?”The man tightened his jaw, his teeth grinding together. Anger surged inside him—hot, sharp, and dangerous. Hanson was yelling, making assumptions, hurling blame without asking a single question. The arrog
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The phone rang violently, shattering the tense silence in Victor’s office. The sound cut through the air like a blade, echoing sharply against the polished walls and dark wooden furniture. Victor had been standing near the window, staring absently at the city lights below, lost in thought, when the sudden ringing jolted him back to reality. His first instinct was irritation—calls at this hour were rarely good news—but the intensity of the ringing made his chest tighten.He crossed the room quickly and grabbed the phone, his fingers closing around it with urgency. He expected routine updates, perhaps questions about logistics or confirmation of progress. Instead, the voice on the other end shattered any pretense of calm the moment it came through the line.“Hanson,” Victor said cautiously, his tone measured as he tried to read the emotional temperature behind the call, “what’s going on?”There was no greeting in response. No pause. The moment the line connected, Hanson’s voice expl
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Hanson ended the call with Victor, his fingers trembling slightly as he slammed the phone down on the polished mahogany desk. The sharp sound echoed through the spacious office, bouncing off the walls like a final punctuation to his fury. His chest rose and fell as he struggled to steady his breathing, but the anger refused to subside. His eyes burned, fixed on nothing in particular, while his jaw tightened so hard it ached.The mission had failed—failed spectacularly.The two men who had gone to confront Antonio had returned, or rather, they hadn’t returned in one piece. Two were dead, their bodies reduced to proof of humiliation and miscalculation. Hanson pushed himself out of his chair and began to pace the length of the office, his footsteps heavy against the marble floor. Every step carried the same thought: this was not supposed to happen. The plan had been simple, precise, based on information they believed was solid. Strip Antonio of the shirt. Remove his advantage. End
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Hanson’s words had barely settled in the air when a sharp, almost mocking laugh broke through the conference call. The sound was dry, dismissive, and edged with long‑standing arrogance. It came from one of the older Morris uncles, a man whose voice carried the weight of decades spent asserting dominance and doubting anything that didn’t originate from his own experience.“The Bell Mill Gang?” the man scoffed openly. “Hanson, are you serious right now? All these years we’ve lived and ruled in Gelrith, and not once have I heard of any underworld group called the Bell Mill. If they were truly powerful, their name would be on everyone’s lips. The only name we’ve ever heard—over and over—is the Black Gang Group.”His laughter lingered for a second longer, encouraging others to speak.A ripple of agreement followed almost immediately.“Yes,” another cousin chimed in, his voice firm with certainty. “If there was a gang more powerful than the Black Gang Group, we would know. Gelrith is not
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The moment the Morris family’s decision was sealed, Hanson felt a strange mix of relief and anticipation settle deep in his chest. Now, at last, the arguments were over. The final vote had been cast. The Bell Mill Gang would be used. And once that path was chosen, there would be no turning back.“I’ll put the call through,” Hanson had promised them confidently before the meeting ended, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. “Leave the rest to me.”Those words still echoed in his mind as the hours passed.That same night, long after the Morris estate had gone quiet and the city of Gelrith slipped into its deceptive calm, Hanson sat alone in his private study. The corridors outside were silent and the guards reduced to distant shadows behind closed doors. The lights in the study were dim, deliberately so.Hanson preferred shadows when dealing with matters that could not survive daylight. A glass of untouched whiskey rested on the desk beside him, the amber liquid catchin
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Within a short while, Hanson sent Antonio’s full name first, followed by aliases he was rumored to have used in certain circles. Known residences followed—current, former, and suspected safe locations. Hanson included habitual routes Antonio traveled, noting which roads he favored and which he avoided. He detailed the security layout of Antonio’s primary residence, marking camera placements, blind spots, guard rotations, and response times. Even the pattern of visitors to Antonio’s house was included—who came often, who stayed late, who appeared only once and never again.Hanson left nothing out.If this operation was to succeed, it would not be because of chance or luck. It would succeed because every possible advantage had been handed over with ruthless honesty. He understood the underworld’s methods well enough to know that incomplete information was a liability. Precision was currency in their world, and Hanson had paid in full.When he finished sending the final packet, he p
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Within a short while, the night around Antonio’s residence shifted in a way that could not be explained by ordinary senses. The air itself seemed to tighten, as though the atmosphere were holding its breath. The wind crept through the trees with a colder edge, brushing against the walls of the compound in slow, whispering currents. The Bell Mill Gang completed their final preparations. Each man moved with practiced precision, their actions quiet and efficient, refined by years of dangerous operations carried out under cover of night. There was no wasted motion, no unnecessary exchange of words. They checked their gear one last time, adjusted their positions, and signaled to one another with subtle gestures. Every step had already been rehearsed in their minds long before this night arrived.Their entry into the compound was swift and nearly invisible. A fence was breached without sound. Locks were bypassed with tools that left no trace. Alarms were neutralized before they could
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The moment the ghostly figures fully surrounded him, Antonio remained still. The Dead of Hore hovered in the air like fragments of a broken world. Their eyes burned with ancient resentment, filled with the accumulated fury of countless forgotten deaths. The room seemed to shrink under their presence. The air thickened, pressing against Antonio’s chest, his thoughts, his very breath. Every instinct screamed that this was a force meant to crush, to dominate, and to erase. Yet even then, Antonio did not flinch. The Bell Mill Gang watched closely from the edges of the room, their weapons lowered but their attention sharp. This was the moment they had been waiting for. They expected fear. They expected panic. They expected the confident man who had dismantled their fighters moments earlier to finally break. But Antonio’s face remained calm and his expression unreadable, as though he were staring at ordinary men rather than beings rumored to have ended countless lives witho