Trigger Warning: This chapter contains graphic violence, torture, and mutilation, including scenes of physical and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is advised. If you prefer to avoid these intense themes, it is recommended to skip the second half of the chapter.Marco»»»◈«««I felt a sense of contentment as Amy came out of her house, her smile shining brightly. It had become a familiar sight that I looked forward to each day. Without it, something seemed missing. Her presence always had a way of easing the weight on my shoulders, even if just for a moment. As she approached me, I couldn't help but feel a slight shift in my demeanor, a softening of the edges that usually defined me.She entered the passenger side, her presence brought a sense of comfort, like slipping into a familiar routine. When she leaned in for a kiss, I met her halfway, reciprocating with tenderness and kindness, even though my feelings for her were more rooted in friendship and companionship rather than r

Marco»»»◈«««Amy was like a whirlwind of energy, so full of life. We spent the whole week doing things her way—playing her favorite games, getting into all those couple activities she was into.And I'll be damned if I've ever been so pampered in my life! Massages and mimosas were flowing like there was no tomorrow since we set foot on this island. It's been one hell of a ride.I adjusted my tuxedo, smoothing out any wrinkles, and gave myself a quick once-over in the mirror. Niko entered the room, his expression betraying a hint of tension as he offered me a tight-lipped smile.He approached me, his footsteps echoing softly on the floor, and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. "I know this isn't what you wanted, Marco," Niko began, "And I see how you've been putting on a brave face, all for the sake of the family. But let me tell you, you're a better man than I am."His admission caught me off guard, and I met his gaze with surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked.Niko's expression soften

Marco»»»◈«««I couldn't tell how much time had passed as Amy and I remained there, amidst the aftermath of chaos. The once-deafening cacophony had quieted, replaced by the distant murmur of men's voices echoing through the air.The reception venue had turned into a graveyard, with bloodied corpses and wounded men and women sprawled across the floor. Limbs lay twisted at unnatural angles, and the stench of death hung heavy in the air. I couldn't bring myself to avert my eyes from her beautiful face. She had been bleeding for what felt like an eternity, and the sight of her pale, bluish complexion sent waves of dread crashing over me. Blood streaked down from her nose and mouth, a reminder of the brutality she endured for me. I touched her cheek, just like I did this morning but she didn't lean into my touch like she always does. There was no warmth left in her.She was cold, too cold... “Sometimes it feels like I'm living in a dream, and I'm afraid that at any moment, I'll wake up

Marco»»»◈«««From the rooftop, I observed as the soldiers patrolled the entrances. With steady aim, I leveled my gun at the head of one of the guards.I tightened my grip on the cold metal of the gun. The world around me seemed to slow as I steadied my aim, focusing solely on my target.With a steady hand, I squeezed the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the night, shattering the silence as the guard collapsed to the ground, a crimson stain spreading across his uniform.Instantly, chaos erupted. Soldiers scrambled for cover, shouting and yelling as they searched for the source of the gunfire. But I remained calm, as I swiftly moved to eliminate the next target.I aimed once more, my breath steady and controlled as I lined up my shot. With a sharp crack, another guard fell, his body crumpling to the ground.The night air was dark as I continued to pick off the soldiers one by one, each shot precise and calculated. And within two minutes, we took out everyone that was outside the gat

Marco»»»◈«««Niko had an online meeting call with Vincenzo Capone, he had apparently found the exact location of their weaponry and their safe house. "It's situated in a narrow alleyway in the Spaccanapoli district, a spot known as 'Il Silenzio Oscuro'. I'm confident it's the correct address," he said, running a hand through his hair.Niko raised an eyebrow. "All this time, it was in fucking plain sight. Should have fucking known." I looked down at my hands, still stained with Amy's blood. If Vincenzo was correct, there was nothing to hold us back anymore. We could march right into their home and eliminate them one by one. I could finally kill Emilio Bruno and everyone he loved and cared for.This was the moment I had been waiting for..."There's a basement in that establishment, hidden behind a bookshelf on the east wall. Look for a false panel around there somewhere. Slide it open, and you'll find his arsenal," Vincenzo elaborated."And are you certain it's the last copy of the di