Tony’s POV.
Well, Marco was right. Vance arrived just before nightfall. But he didn’t come as a man wanting to wage war. He came alone, and he didn’t look like the angry boy I remembered from when I delivered the news to him and his parents about Vincent’s death.
Seeing him now, he resembles Vincent so much, but I can see it in him he is scared and angry. I watch as he lifts his hands up to show he isn’t armed, not that we would believe him.
“Hello Anthony. Long time no see.” Vance says, looking at me as one of the brothers from the Rogue Rider’s searches Vance for weapons before letting him any closer.
“That it has. This ends now, Vance. Too much blood has been spilt all for power that was never going to be yours.” I say to him as he is cuffed. I look at Marco and he is looking at Van
