Runaway Bride

Chapter-66

Fred stood there looking at Riccardo walking out of Rizzo's Villa, he didn't let anyone walk in. He just ordered to guard the palace from everywhere they could please.

No one should escape alive.

Riccardo's hands had fresh blood on it, his coat got stains of blood on it. His hair looked so messy, and some minor injury all over him.

He was here to cause destruction and it was happening. Riccardo pulled the torn piece of fabric from his coat, and walked to Fred.

Fred looked at him like stone, he knew Riccardo was capable of anything, but it never got this violent. He had one aim to kill them all, and he wasn't wasting a minute.

Riccardo said to Fred, "blow it!!"

Fred nod, pressing a button on the remote, the Villa was already filled with dynamite, Riccardo surely wanted to end everyone's existence, turn them into ash.

A ground breaking explosion happened, everyone flinched, but he stood like he was hoping for it. He smirked.

Riccardo got in his car after saying, "Make sure it turnd to ashes.... and demolish whatever stays behind..." Fred just nod.

Fred internally whispered, "Where will he stop?.... What he wants?... To end everyone who caused this situation...."

Fred heard Riccardo from inside the car, "And... the maid... kill her.... and move to end Rizzo's next ally... I want no one to be alive..."

1 month later,

Riccardo returned to Palace, he looked around the palace which was long empty. No one was there, not a single soul other than him, the maids left, the guards too.

Only thing he took and treasured from this palace her and his memories... her belonging....Everything that reminded him of her was already shifted from there.

His face long lost his smile, his eyes had bags, he looked like a lost traveler in a deserted land.

He silently poured the contents of the can on the furniture. H moved back, grabbing the alcohol bottle from the table, he managed to take a sip, and sitting on the dining table.

He looked pitiful, like a man who lost everything. He was so happy few months ago, and now left alone to rot.

He didn't rest after ending Rizzo's the war and blood spill continued till his mind was at rest, he ended everyone. He knew, no one was remaining to be against him.

Everyone was more than terrified of him, people started to name him as a crazy psychopath.

He didn't care, he did what he said, he had no enemies....No head to think ill of him, he was ready to rule again.

His eyes went to the to the other end of the dining table, he knew it was spot to sit. He smirked as if he could see her sitting there waving at him, but she wasn't.

It angered him, he got up throwing the bottle down on the table, soon it was pouring alcohol as the glass scattered everywhere.

Riccardo lighted his cigar walking at the main door, he whispered pulling to blow out the smoke, "This palace had no meaning, if it failed to give you comfort and safety."

He lighted his lighter again, he whispered, "These walls have no right to stand tall.... after you accused them of not being safe for you and my children...." He threw the burning lighter on the sofa, it blew in fire as he already poured gasoline on it.

Riccardo walked out of the palace, his feet only stopped near his car at the end of the drive way.

He sat on the front of the car, still smoking his cigar, he kept watching the palace burn down to ashes, He kept smoking the fire inside him out too.