𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬 Not lingering a second, John pivoted to bolt, but Antonio caught him by the arm and yanked him back. “If you plan to come for me,” Antonio said calmly, breath grazing his cheek, “make sure I don’t survive it.”John jerked against his grip, panic flashing hot and wild. “Let go of me. Bastard.”A low chuckle answered him. “Oh, I will. Man” He fisted a palm and struck John hard across the face.The two grappled, bone meeting bone— John fell flat on the stony ground, tumbling over.The underboss unleashed his demon potentials, he grabbed John by the shirt dragging him on the floor.The next five minutes had John's nerves and skin recording the brutal trauma he was subjected to.“Please — don't kill me”, he coughs and grasps at empty space with blood soaked eyes. “It’s past that, my friend,” Antonio scowled, voice stripped of mercy as he picked up his blade. John made one last desperate attempt of crawling away but he caught up with him, dragging him back
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