Donatello watched with satisfaction as the security guards dragged Dante out of the bar. He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, a wicked smile appearing on his lips.
The pain and anger in his brother's eyes had been a balm to his tormented soul; Andrea's death was his incentive to hate Dante.
After years of suffering, sleepless nights filled with memories and remorse, he was finally achieving his long-awaited revenge.
But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough until Dante felt the same gut-wrenching pain he had felt. Until he experienced firsthand what it meant to lose everything, to be destroyed by the actions of someone he loved.
And now, thanks to that little confrontation, Donatello knew exactly how to achieve it.
Vanessa was Dante's weakness, his Achilles'
