ANTONIO.
Oliver was the one who stupidly came for me first; how could she even beg for his life? I had never spared anyone who attempted to murder me, and that wouldn’t change now. I would go after him, and I would make him suffer for putting my life and that of Rosalinda in danger.
“Antonio, please.” She continued pleading, refusing to relent after repeatedly making it clear that her request was something I was unable to grant.
“You should go home.” I told her as I walked past her and started walking towards the door.
“Please. Don’t kill him.” She repeated for the hundredth time, but this time the words came out with a shaky voice.
My eyes narrowed as I swiftly turned to look at her.
“Please.” She persisted as tears began to profusely stream down her cheeks.
An unpleasant feeling i
