Chapter 96: Battlefield

Chapter 96: Battlefield

Regina’s P.O.V

“What the…”

I lifted one leg and dug my heels into Antonio’s shoe, making him yelp and jump back.

Taking advantage of the situation, I lifted the vase and turning around, brought it down on his head.

The cracking sound of the glass vase as it shattered into a million pieces, gave me intense satisfaction as Antonio cried in pain, falling onto the ground at my feet.

He had let go of the gun, letting it drop to the floor as he clutched his head in his hands, blood gushing out of the cut that had resulted from the hard glass connecting with his empty head.

I picked up the gun and slammed the butt onto the side of his head. Just before his eyes rolled back into his head, I made eye contact with the fucker, watching with satisfaction as his eyes widened in horror.

His body fell limply to the side, but I knew he wasn’t dead. The Vincenzo fuckers were too stubborn to die from a simple glass vase to the head. But if he had permanent brain damage, that wo