After the Fight
Breathing heavily, Nico looked around the wrecked bar. The remaining
patrons were either unconscious or too afraid to move. Nico grabbed one
of the conscious men by the collar and pulled him close.
"Where's Tony?" he demanded, his voice cold and deadly.
The man, trembling with fear, stammered, "H-he's not here. He went to a
motel on the edge of town. Please, don't hurt me."
Nico released the man, his eyes burning with anger and determination.
"Let's go, John. We've got a motel to visit."
They walked out of the bar, leaving behind a scene of destruction and
heading towards their next destination, determined to find Tony and make
him pay for what he had done.
John and Nico drove in silence, the tension in the car palpable. Nico's face
was a mask of anger and determination. They were heading to a motel
where they had learned Tony was hiding.
Nico gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. "I'm going to
make him pay, John. For everything."
John nodded, his eyes focused ahead. "We'll get him, Nico. Just stay
sharp."
They arrived at the motel and parked in front. Nico and John got out of the
car and walked inside, heading straight to the reception desk. Nico pulled
out a photo of Tony and slammed it on the counter.
"Has this man been here?" Nico demanded.
The man at the reception looked at the photo and nodded. "Yes, he's here.
He came in with a girl."
John leaned in. "What's the room number?"
The receptionist hesitated but then said, "Room 11."
Nico's eyes blazed with anger. "I knew it." He stormed down the hallway,
John following close behind.
They reached room 11, and without hesitation, Nico kicked the door open.
Inside, they saw a girl kneeled on the floor, her mouth gagged. Tony stood
behind her, a gun pointed at her head.
Nico's eyes filled with tears. "Maria…"
Tony sneered. "I knew you'd come looking for me, so I brought this bitch
with me alive."
Nico's gaze flicked to Maria, then back to Tony. "You think I wouldn't
recognize my own wife? I knew she was alive."
Tony's face twisted in anger, and the room erupted into chaos.
Nico lunged at Tony, fury driving his every move. Tony fired his gun, but
Nico dodged, the bullet embedding in the wall. John moved to untie Maria
and get her to safety while Nico focused on Tony.
Tony swung the gun at Nico's head, but Nico blocked the blow, grabbing
Tony's wrist and twisting it. The gun fell to the floor. Tony retaliated with a
punch to Nico's stomach, making him stagger back, but Nico quickly
recovered, delivering a powerful uppercut that sent Tony reeling.
Tony grabbed a lamp from the bedside table and smashed it over Nico's
head, but Nico barely flinched. Blood streamed down his face, but his
anger kept him going. He tackled Tony to the ground, fists flying in a blur of
punches.
Tony managed to kick Nico off, scrambling to his feet. He reached for a
knife on the dresser and slashed at Nico, cutting his arm. Nico ignored the
pain and charged at Tony again, grabbing the knife hand and slamming it
against the wall until Tony dropped the blade.
The two men grappled, crashing into furniture, exchanging brutal blows.
John, having secured Maria, turned to help, but Nico waved him off.
"This is between me and him," Nico growled.
With a surge of strength, Nico pushed Tony onto the bed and pinned him
down. He grabbed the knife from the floor and, with a primal scream,
stabbed Tony repeatedly. Each thrust of the blade was fueled by his rage
and grief.
Tony's struggles weakened with each stab until he lay still, blood pooling
around him. Nico stood over the lifeless body, breathing heavily, the knife
slipping from his grasp. His eyes, once filled with anger, now showed a
mix of sorrow and relief.
John walked over, placing a hand on Nico's shoulder. "It's over, Nico. It's
finally over."
Nico nodded, tears mixing with the blood on his face. Не turned to Maria,
who was shaking but alive. "Maria, I'm so sorry."
Maria, her voice trembling, whispered, "It's okay, Nico. We're together
now. That's all that matters."
Nico and John helped Maria to her feet and led her out of the motel. The
night air was cool, a stark contrast to the heat of the fight. As they walked
away from the scene, Nico felt a weight lifting from his shoulders.
He had avenged the wrongs done to him and his wife, but he knew the
pain of their ordeal would never fully go away. Still, he had taken a step
toward closure, and with Maria and John by his side, he knew he could
start to rebuild his life, one day at a time.
THE END