Thy Will, Not Mine

Chapter {46} Antonio

"Leave. I don't want you anywhere near me," I could not make out her facial expression but I could hear the trace of venom in her voice.

"Why?" My voice cracked revealing how broken my heart was.

"Because you Antonio D'Angelo are the biggest liar and deceiver I have ever seen. I trusted you more than I trusted myself. I lost myself for you. I lost my belief for you. I lost my friend for you but what did you do?" she spoke between sobs and I knew that our love might've just been over.

She had found out about my true identity even before I had gotten the chance to tell her myself. She was meant to hear the truth from me.

"I'm sorry," was all I had managed to as tears started welling up in my eyes. In the back of my mind, I knew that this was it. There was no coming back from this.

"It's too late, Antonio. I'm done. We're done. Antonio a relationship is built on trust and not lies. And unfortunately, this is not love but lies upon lies. I cannot be with someone like that," she whispered out the last part, bringing a sharp knife and slicing my heart open with her bare hands.

"No, no amore, this cannot be it, please. I promise to explain everything, but please do not leave me," and for the first time in my life, I got on both my knees with my hands folded as I needed with the one my heart yearned for and could not live without.

She was like air to my lungs.

"Antonio," she sucked in a breath. "Please do not make this any more difficult than it already is. You murder people for a living, you rob people for a living. Your best friend is a gun and you know what they say, you live by the gun, you die by the gun. I don't want to suffer anymore than I already have and if you love me as much as you claim to then you will leave me alone," she pulled me away from herself even under the restriction from the rope on her hands.

"No." I stood up, wiping every trace of tears on my cheeks as I worked on the ropes on her hands and legs. She winced as I pulled them off and I rubbed them softly to help with the blood circulation.

"What do you mean no?" she sassed up on me as she abruptly stood up only for a whiplash to send her tumbling down into my arms. She relaxed momentarily before pushing herself out of my grasp.

"Do you wish to die here, Destiny?" she knew that I meant business by the tone of my voice.

I noticed her pouting like a baby before uttering an almost inaudible, "No."

That excuse of a man had really strapped a bomb on her and I worked on defusing it with great difficulty till I remembered what Mark had told me and executed the plan, crossing my fingers in hopes that both Destiny and I would leave safely. And thankfully nothing happened and it stopped timing as I carefully removed it from Destiny's body.

"Let's go," I took hold of her hand and this time she did not push me away, thinking that somehow I had made some progress. But I knew that once Destiny had made up her mind there was no turning it.

We stealthily sneaked out of the house, unnoticed and I was grateful that Destiny had been oblivious to the mean sprilled on the floor because of me, no need to add fuel to the fire.

Once we had reached the safety of my bulletproof car, we caught our breaths, only to find Giovanni in the backseat, "Hey, lovebirds. I see that you were able to get cosy up there."

"Where were you? I thought that I had left you," I asked trying to alleviate the tension that was in the car between Destiny and me.

"Oh, I figured that you had found her so I came back here," he said casually as he sipped on the orange juice he had decided to bring here after he called the mission a "Stakeout."