Weapon

/Edoardo's POV/

"Amorina is gone!" *Punch* "She is fucking gone!" *Punch* 

"I think that's enough, son," Dad held my hand. 

"I've. . . I've done everything I could and she still fucking went to that. . ." I groaned. The rage was still in me even after three hours of punching the stupid bag. I need blood. I need—

"I get it, son. But you have a child now. If you want to have her back, you have the right weapon," 

I laughed at his statement, "She left him seven years ago because he is my child, Dad. Of course, he won't be that important to her."

"That's where you're wrong. She left him for his safety. Now that she has him, it would be hard for her to lose him. Plus, Adrian is a smart kid." he bobbed his head. A rush of pride washed over me at his compliment. Adrian is indeed a smart kid. 

"I know," I removed my gloves, "I should probably get back to him," I tapped his shoulders and went out.