All Chapters of Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise : Chapter 41
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Chapter 41
Dennis stood stiffly with his face flushed to the roots of his ears. He had boasted—“If that deadbeat really cures her, I’ll eat my shoes upside down”. But now that the girl on the bed was breathing steadily, her pallor fading into a soft, healthy hue, it was unbearable. He couldn’t take his words back. Not in front of Florence, not with Cynthia watching, and definitely not with Antonio. Dennis opened his mouth to say something—anything, but the words caught. He swallowed hard. Saying more would only humiliate him further. So he stood there awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying not to look anyone in the eye. Florence, meanwhile, was still frozen by the scene before her. She stared at the child, who now looked more like she was napping than dying, and then at Antonio whose expression never changed. His hands moved with a calm certainty that unsettled her more than anything Dennis had said. She had come in furious, ready to tear him down for playing docto
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Cynthia stood silently by the bedside with her gaze on Matilda before she finally turned her head towards Florence, her friend. “Florence, I want the attending physician assigned to this case to be replaced.” Florence blinked. “You mean Dennis?” Cynthia nodded. “Yes. Effective immediately.” There was no heat in her tone, but the frost in her eyes was unmistakable. “I no longer trust his competence, or his moral judgment. He was more interested in insulting Antonio and protecting his own pride than actually helping my sister. If Antonio hadn’t stepped in…” Her voice tightened. “My sister would be dead.” Florence’s eyes flicked to Matilda, then back to Cynthia. For a second, she hesitated, processing the gravity of what Cynthia was saying. Her friend had never spoken like this before—not to her or anyone. Cynthia was furious, though calm and controlled. “I’ve already submitted a formal complaint,” Cynthia continued. “I’m holding Dr. Dennis responsible for medical negligence.
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Outside the hospital’s main entrance, the setting sun reflected off the shiny black Obsidian Lynx. Antonio and Cynthia got into the sleek car and the engine started with a soft growl that echoed through the courtyard. From an office window above, Florence stood watching. Her arms were crossed, her expression unreadable, but her gaze followed the car until it turned onto the main road and disappeared into the golden haze of twilight. Down below, Dennis watched them too. But his stare was poison instead of quiet admiration. Antonio had humiliated him—publicly and without mercy. First, by stepping in to save the girl right in front of everyone. Then by having Cynthia’s unwavering trust, even after Dennis’s every warning. And now… the man was driving off beside the very woman Dennis had quietly admired for years. He clenched his fists at his sides. They think that fool's some miracle-working hero. But I know what he really is. An arrogant fake who just got lucky. And his sweet C
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Cynthia’s brows knitted into a tense, uneasy frown as she considered the rare ingredients. “Frostheart Bloom... Infernal Embercore...” Each name sounded more fantastical than the last, like relics out of an old myth or a forbidden grimoire. She’d spent years surrounded by power, wealth, and influence—but even she had never heard of these things. “These sound... impossible,” she muttered, her voice edged with disbelief. Antonio gave her a grim look. “They nearly are.” Cynthia straightened in her seat with her shoulders set. “Then I’ll make them possible.” He glanced at her. “I’ll use everything I have,” she said firmly. “Contacts, money, and even private researchers if I have to.” Her eyes were full of determination. “I’ll search through medical journals, old books, even illegal sources if it comes to that. Whatever it takes. If those ingredients exist, I’ll find them.” Antonio was impressed by Cynthia's determination. Most people would’ve faltered, but she
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With the look of things and perceiving that Cynthia could be attacked by the thugs, Antonio stepped in front of Cynthia and pulled her behind him with quiet urgency. “Get in the car,” he said calmly. She opened her mouth to protest, but one look at his expression silenced her. He guided her back into the vehicle and shut the door behind her with a soft click, locking it immediately. Then he turned to face the madness. Suddenly, the street behind Antonio lit up with flashing neon underglow and throaty engine growls. A mismatched convoy of custom-modified cars—some scuffed and clunky, others sporting ridiculous spoilers and comic-book decals—screeched to a halt in a crooked half-circle. Doors burst open and chaos spilled onto the road. A gang of street punks—barely older than high school kids—spilled out like extras in a cheap action movie. They carried stun batons, neon-painted baseball bats, butterfly knives, and even a couple of shaky-handed Molotov cocktails sloshing with
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Despite Antonio’s calm warning, Bruno’s face twisted into a sneer. “Back off? Are you joking?” he spat, voice high with bravado. “You don’t just mess with my cousin and walk away! Dennis is family. And I protect mine!” Antonio said nothing, only watching him with a look of thinly veiled exasperation. The boy's stupidity was exhausting. But before Antonio could respond, movement shifted from the side. Jim’s four senior subordinates, still standing like shadows beneath the pale streetlamps, stepped forward in unison. They looked grizzled, brutal, and ice-cold. Their presence was different from the chaos Bruno had brought. The tallest of them, Scarface, a man with a scar running from his temple to his collarbone, raised a hand and barked, “Enough!” Bruno turned, eyes narrowing. “You’ve already embarrassed yourself enough. Back off from our prey!” But Bruno wasn’t the type to take a hint. His pride was loud and his brain slow. He stepped forward, puffing out his chest like
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The four gunmen stood tall and unshaken, as they now turned to face their true target—Antonio. Antonio stood calm, hands loose at his sides, without a hint of fear in his eyes. “Take out his limbs. One bullet each. Make sure he doesn’t walk again!” Scarface, the leader of Jim’s four senior subordinates, narrowed his eyes and issued the command. The other three didn’t hesitate. Each one took aim with military precision—guns locking onto Antonio’s shoulders and knees. It was meant to be clean, coordinated. The kind of execution that left a man breathing but broken for life. Cynthia, standing just behind the car now, gasped in shock after hearing the order. “Antonio—!” But Antonio didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look away. And just as Scarface squeezed the trigger, Antonio moved. In one seamless motion, he twisted, launching himself low and to the side. His foot shot out, kicking the barrel of Scarface’s pistol upward. The shot fired into the sky, missing its target by a mil
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Scarface groaned through gritted teeth and his entire body screamed in pain, especially his legs. Antonio’s earlier attack had hit his nerves, that he couldn’t move his lower body anymore. He had never felt this helpless before. Not even once! As blood dripped from his cracked lip onto the pavement, he glanced up—just in time to see Gage, one of his men, still unconscious near the van, with his limbs twisted in unnatural angles. They hadn’t even landed a shot. Who the hell is this guy…?! Panic surged through him. Now he knew that there was no time to fight or win. They needed to run. In a hoarse, rasping voice, he barked at the remaining two of his team. “Vince—Marlow—help us… NOW! Get me and Gage in the van! We’re getting out of here!” Vince and Marlow froze. Vince’s jaw clenched in frustration, unwilling to admit defeat. His pride fought against the obvious truth: they’d been dismantled like rank amateurs. Marlow, on the other hand, had already dropped his stance. Hi
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Antonio's eyes narrowed in the direction the van had disappeared into. He didn’t chase them. Not because he couldn’t. But because he wouldn’t. First and foremost, Cynthia was still in the car. He couldn’t leave her vulnerable—not even for a second. She had already been forced to watch far more than she should have tonight. Pursuing minor threats and leaving her exposed wasn’t an option. Secondly, Antonio was already certain that Jim, the shadow behind Tiger was behind it. He was the one pulling strings from the dark. Antonio had sensed it earlier, but now it was confirmed. These weren’t just random thugs—they were tools sent by Jim. Still, Antonio remained unfazed. Revenge was always within reach and he knew he could claim it whenever he chose. Behind a nearby rust-colored vehicle, Bruno was crouched and trembling. The scent of blood and gunpowder lingered in the air, making him nauseous. His knees had gone numb from crouching so long, but he didn’t dare move until th
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Early the next morning, as the first light of dawn seeped through the blinds of her office, Elaine sat rigid in her leather chair as the weight of a hundred sleepless thoughts pressed down on her shoulders. Her fingers trembled slightly as they hovered over her phone screen, still no messages from Harry. Not even a single call or update. Just silence. She had spent the entire night pacing, torn between hope and dread—hope that Harry’s promised connection would come through, and dread that Antonio, who had risked everything to stand up to Tiger for her, might now be facing a fate worse than death. And now, as the silence stretched past the edge of dawn, Elaine knew she couldn't wait any longer. Gritting her teeth, she finally made her decision. “Kate,” she said as she dialed her assistant’s extension. “I want you to prepare a gift. Something substantial and elegant—make sure it reflects sincerity.” Upon hearing this, Kate’s polite voice came through. “Miss Greene, may I ask.