chapter 61

Antonio stood before the mirror, his reflection a mask of determination and resolve. His father's death had left a wound that time could never fully heal, a wound that festered with each passing day, driving him further into the depths of despair and desperation.

But now, as he stared into his own eyes, he felt a fire burning within him, a fire fueled by rage and vengeance. He knew that he could no longer stand idly by while those responsible for his father's death walked free, their hands stained with blood and their hearts devoid of remorse.

With a steady hand, he reached for the colt python tucked into the waistband of his trousers, his fingers curling around the cold steel of the gun. It was a weapon forged in the fires of his fury, a weapon that would be his instrument of justice as he embarked on his quest for revenge.

But revenge was not a path for the faint of heart, and Antonio knew that he would need to be prepared for whatever lay ahead. He had spent months honing his skill