[META: Thanks to Tyler for helping me out with this.]

The apartment was burnt.

From top to bottom.

Everything was falling apart.

There was no way she would've still been alive. Her corpse probably was already taken away from the scene by police.

But Luca just drove straight for it. He had his backup gun next to him in his now repaired Limo.

There was no emotion in his face as he stopped the car, police officers trying to get him to turn around.

He simply grabbed the .44 Magnum, left the Limo and opened fire on the ten officers on scene. They were probably still investigating the scene. Flesh was ripped apart, blood flew through the air, bones cracked, but yet Luca didn't show any emotion.

He threw the last cop against the Limo and grabbed him by his neck, applying pressure to the throat, choking the life out of the family man. He wanted to make sure their families felt the same as he did. Finally, he stopped choking the man, instead he knocked the man's throat in with the butt of his revolver, resulting in the man trying to breathe... but he couldn't. Throat was shoved inwards. He suffocated.

Luca slowly went through the still open door, reloading his gun. He was searching for her body, Tyler, clues, anything.

Nothing. The apartment was silent. He looked at a half-burnt chair, sitting at a ruined table. He sat there for a moment, then removed all bullets but one from his gun, spinning the cylinder and closing it quickly without looking.

He cocked the revolver and looked down the barrel.

Tears were streaming down his face as he pulled the trigger.

Click.

He pulled it again.

Click.

And again.

Click.

Click.

Click.

....

He threw the gun across the room and was yelling through the entire building.

"TYLER! TYLER! COME HERE! SHOW YOURSELF! END WHAT YOU BEGAN!" He was desperate...

Slowly he again left through the door.

"Revenge." This was the word that he repeated about a thousand times.

He got in his limo and drove away, mentally repeating the names of everyone that still owed him a favor or two.

As he left his car he noticed his door being unlocked.

"... I'm... just being too paranoid again." he re-assured himself as he opened the door and closed it again.

"Probably just brother being home again."

He went up to his room where his phone was and switched the light on.

"Hello there Luca." Tyler said in a rather calm tone, sitting on a chair behind Luca, playing with his Yankees cap. T

he rooster tried to move, only to find the barrel of a gun, his gun, pointed against his head.

"Or was it Hans? Its kinda hard to remember both. Jeez... those pants aren't very comfy with your girlfriend's brain all over them"

"You.... You fucking pathetic piece of shit." Luca cried in a mix of rage and depression, raising his hands as he did.

"Pathetic? PATHETIC?! OH, says the one who sent a hitman after me. Yeah, real pathetic Luca."

"You know what is pathetic? You fucking thinking about getting away with her death on your mind" Tyler whacked Luca with the the gun.

"Now, you're gonna-" Luca pounced the badger before he could begin his sentence.

"You're fucking going to pay for this!" Luca yelled, as he struggled on the floor for the pistol.

Luca smashed the mirror beside him, grabbed one of the many glass shards and stabbed Tyler multiple times in his shot leg.

Tyler cried in agony.

Luca choked Tyler with one hand while trying to get the pistol off of him, to which Tyler responded with punching Luca in the face.

Luca's grip tightened and he began whacking the back of Tyler's head against the wooden floor beneath them.

"YOU" Whack

"WILL" Whack

"FUCKING" Whack

"DIE" Whack

Before Luca could finish Tyler off several bullets flew through the window, one hitting Luca's leg.

He let go of Tyler, which now was holding his head in agony.

He grabbed Tyler's gun before running to the window and returning fire on the Russians that now stood on his porch

"Fucking hell they're here. They fucking found me."

Tyler looked at Luca in confusion, but not for long as a loud bang was heard and the front door was kicked down.

Russians stormed the building.

Luca tried to shoot several of them but... "Click" ... Empty

"Got you now you fuck." One of the three Russians now standing in his room said.

"Both, follow. Any funny moves and you're done for."

Tyler slowly got up and Luca dropped the gun.

"Got a nice home rat. Eh?" One of the Russians commented as they walked down the stairs.

... Snap.

The lifeless body fell down the stairs, Luca pushed the second one against the wall, the third one being pushed down the stairs by Tyler

Whack whack whack whack whack whack.

Luca repeatedly whacked the Russian's head against the wall behind him before forcing both of his thumbs into the Russian's eyes.

As he rammed both fingers into his eyes blood poured down from them, the Russian screaming.

Tyler looked at Luca, mouth wide open.

Whack. Snap.

The Russian went limp.

Luca grabbed his weapon before proceeding down the stairs. Two, three, four Russians running towards them.

He didn't let go of the trigger. Even when all of them were dead, lying in a pool of their own blood.

He kept on firing.

Click click click click click.

The bodies were filled with bullets, barely recognizable.

"Why are the Russians here?" Tyler asked

"The message backfired."

"Message?"

"Shut up and grab a gun before I change my fucking mind and shoot you in the back."

Luca and Tyler both grabbed one of the AK47's lying on the ground next to the dead Russians.

"Where to?"

"Basement."

"Wha-?"

"Fucking do as I say. My house, my rules."

Luca said this while kicking a Russian in the stomach, turning him around and using him as a human shield.

"This guy will come in handy. Won't you?"

The Russian screamed and yelled, backup soon running out of the kitchen, weapons raised, opening fire on sight.

The human shield was filled up with bullets. Luca pulled the pin on the meatshield's grenade which was in his pocket and threw him towards the Russians

The explosion was ear-deafining, resulting in both Tyler and Luca just hearing a loud beeping.

Luca opened the door to his basement and swiftly ran inside, Tyler was busy executing a mobster.

"Alright cover the fucking door while I ... "

"While you?"

"Just fucking do it would ya?"

Luca ran to the totally out of place closet in his basement, swung it open, threw at least twenty differrent suits out and pushed a hidden button which was behind all of the clothes.

"Alright time to fucking haul ass. Now!"

"What?"

"Fucking get a move on would you?!"

Tyler threw a mobster down the stairs, closing the door behind him while Luca opened his garage door.

"You got your mask?"

"Yes, but why?"

"Fucking get your mask on if you don't want to be searched for world fucking wide."

Luca and Tyler both covered their faces with masks.

"Alright let's get out of here we have 5 minutes."

"What?"

Luca sprinted away before he could anwser Tyler, which followed soon afterwards.

"Alright." Luca said while sprinting to his now repaired limo.

"Get in."

"Why?"

"Get the fuck in. Now."

Tyler got in the car, so did Luca.

They drove off as a gigantic ear-deafning explosion erupted behind them, completly destroying Luca's home.

"... Dude... What the fuck."