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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 8

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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 8
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The room fell dead silent, the intensity of it making your ears bleed. The only things the came past your ear was your thundering heartbeat along with everyone else's breaths that entered and exited steadily. A couple seconds in, you felt a large hand grab gently on your shoulder pull you back a little, making you stumble on your feet, but you stood upright. Flicking your head over you shoulder briefly, you met with a pair of ruby red eyes, staring at you as if to tell you to get back.

You did. 

Returning your widened gaze to the two in front of you, you clutched your chest tightly, your damp, clammy palms scrunching wrinkles in the fabric. The grip around your other hand loosened, alerting you that he was getting serious. You watched the spiteful irises that were swirling in madness in hues baby pink and aqua blue, making your blood run cold as to how unnatural they appeared. 

Shaking your head and directing your visage to Antonio's, you were immediately calmed despite the infuriated expression that was engraved on his features, eyes a lit with burning flames. 

"You'll regret laying even one finger on (F/N)." he seethed, narrowing his eyes dangerously. 

Oliver's ridiculously large brows grew uneven, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "Only I get to decide what to regret." He sneered, digging his hands into his pant pocket, quick and agile fingers allowing him to slip out knife. Extending his arm and holding it in the light, the glow reflected off the metallic blade and illuminated it in a blinding shine. Your heart sank, coming to realise that Antonio was completely unarmed. 

The Spaniard was completely unnerved however, the enraged stoicness remaining solid like stone. 

"You think you can beat me? You've got nothing!" The Brit jeered, waving and twirling the sharp around his fingers like it were a pen. His lips curled into an ear to ear grin, a playful glint flashing on his face. "This game is far too easy for me." 

Antonio pressed his fists together, cracking his knuckles with a loud, satisfying pop. He glanced down at them as if to examining them, then glared back at the man. 

"I know I have one thing." He said, slowly retracting his arm behind his back. "I have (F/N) and that is all I need to win anything." He shot his arm out, swinging a bone cracking punch to his head, knocking him straight in the temple. His speed was in humane, his arms flew out as a blur and was able to get him without a reaction. The mop of strawberry blonde fell to the side, but he staggered back onto this feet much to Antonio's displeasure. 

"Oh shit." The figure behind you chuckled into his fist. 

Feeling as though he had been bludgeoned, a fiery pain broke out on the side of his head, the force of his fist sending shockwaves throughout his small frame. He let out a heavy huff, then rubbed the side of his mouth with his sleeve. 

"That hurt quite a bit." He chuckled, blinking a few tears away. "But it's my turn now." 

His arm flew out, the blade of the knife shooting out like a soldier thrusting a bayonette. Aiming straight towards his chest, Antonio was able to dodge it by the skin of his teeth. You clamped a hand over your mouth and sucked in a gasp, heart pounding violently against your chest and threatening to break out of your rib cage. If he had been a second too late that would have been a fatal blow. 

What happened next were a series of punches thrown here and there whilst dodging the silvery blade from prominent death. A swinging noise could be heard from Oliver's hand, sounding every time his knife pierced through the thin air at an unprecedented speed. The conflict escalated to soaring levels, turning your legs into jelly and stomach upside down, now churning in anxiety and nausea. 

Allen held onto you firmly for support, which you were very grateful for. 

This continued on for a couple of minutes until signs of weariness started to show up. Both parties were breathing heavily, beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads. You prayed to yourself that the louder breaths weren't Antonio's - maybe they were answered this time for the first. He kept his composure, towering his taller and stronger built body over Oliver's, glowering down at him with a shadow cast over his face. 

"You're losing, amigo. I suggest you give up now before I rip you to shreds." He said lowly, words dripping with venom, causing the other to narrow his eyes. 

"I think not. Just because you're bigger than me," he stated, pupils dilating into a look of insanity, a small blush tinted his pale cheeks. "Doesn't mean you're bigger than me down there-"

You widened your eyes, your mouth separated agape in shock. 

"I'll make her scream louder than you can... Of course in both pain and pleasure."

Not only was he mentally unstable and criminals insane, he was twisted and perverted. There wasn't another time where you were more desperate him to win. If Allen and Antonio weren't able to hold this nutcase off, who know what will happen to you? You were now laying your life in their hands. Not that you doubted them.

Antonio gritted his teeth so tightly that it felt like they were being grinded away. He lunged forward and attached his hands around Oliver's neck, a murderous glint glowing in his dark green orbs. Heart hammering in his chest, he tightened his vice grip around him so that it was starting to choke him. Oliver gagged violently, the air flow being truncated and neck constricted by Antonio's iron grip. 

"Say that again and I will rip your throat out, hijo de puta!" He hissed, rattling his neck. Although it wasn't in English, you were able to decipher those words with your basic Spanish skills. Hiding behind Allen, you couldn't bare taking another look at the psychotic man that was currently being strangled. He was disgusting

Antonio felt like a demon had taken over him and consumed him, possessing him to do the most violent acts. He didn't complain or think badly of it in any way and continued to strangulate the man on the ground. No language could describe the fury that had seized him, fuelling him to beat him into pulp. Spit dribbled out of Oliver's mouth, his eyes half lidded and flickering about in full consciousness. 

"... G... Ngh... I'll ma... Make her scr-" he coughed out, drowning in his own saliva. Before he finished, a finishing blow was delivered to his temple, knocking him out cold. A deafening silence fell around you all, no one daring to make a peep. The Spaniard stood up over the unconscious person on the ground, stepping over him and walking towards you. 

He engulfed you in a tight embrace, burying his head into the crooked of your neck and inhaling your scent. You hugged back without hesitation and glided a hand through his soft dark brown locks of hair. 

"I'm so sorry..." His soft voice whispered, pulling away and staring down at his feet. "I shouldn't have let you see all that."

You smiled softly and brought your hand up to his cheek, cupping it gently. He captured your eyes in a surprised gaze, a small light of hope that seemed your forgiveness. 

"Don't apologise. You saved my life, Toni." You said, stroking his cheek tenderly. Deep red dusted his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around your waist again. The more you talked, the more infatuated he was with you and the harder his heart fell for you, not that it hadn't already. There was nothing in this world that granted him more joy than your love and forgiveness. 

"If I can't see you at your worst, I don't deserve to see you at your best."

His eyes sparkled with joy and he leaned his face closer to yours, tilting his head in an angle fit for a kiss. 

"Yo, love birds." Allen coughed, cutting your little moment short. "Shouldn't we deal with crazy cupcake man first? You know, before things get hot and sweaty?" 

You twisted your body to him with a flustered expression and shot him a glare. "Shut up, Al."

Antonio pressed his lips into a pout at the nickname you gave Allen. He wondered to himself what kind of relationship you both shared. But it wasn't anything serious so that was what mattered most to him. Allen threw his hands up defensively and pursed his lips. "Okay, okay. I was just gonna suggest that we maybe throw him in jail instead of Antonio." 

You lit up at those words. That didn't sound too bad, it was actually quite a plausible idea. 

"Cuz' you know, he's been FBI's most wanted for years. They won't mess with us since we've done them a favour - but also because we beat his ass."

*** 

Waving both goodnight and goodbye to Allen, you left the cafe with Antonio by your side. You were elated to experience such a feeling again, something that you hand tent for many months. His grip was wrapped securely around your hand, almost protectively. 

"So, what are we going to do now?" You asked, eyes glued to the beautiful skies above. It was adorned with jewels of stars, glimmering like rhinestones in the dark sequins of the heavens. 

"I think it's best for you to go home for now. I'll be at my house, so you can come tomorrow after school." He replied. "What do you say we have another sleepover?"

"We won't be going to Spain, right?" You laughed, an irresistible smile creeping onto your face as memories flashed in your mind. Antonio sighed contentedly and planted a kiss on your forehead. 

"Of course."
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OMG THIS IS THE BEST CHAPTER EVER