Angel slowly stepped out of the taxi and turned his head around to take in his surroundings. He breathed in the sweet-smelling air and smiled. A cruel, cruel smile. Oh yes, he thought to himself. I am going to tear this bastard apart slowly. This bullshit ends today.

He took careful steps toward the door a few feet away from him. Five, four, three, almost there, two...

"Knock-knock!" he called, an all too smug expression on his face.

"Name?" the butler asked.

"Angelo Vitale, for Signor Alberto Cassalia," he replied.

"Signor Cassalia is busy at the moment."

"Tell him it's important, that I need to speak with him today," he stated. Perfect. I can't wait to watch him shit in his pants when he hears that I'm here.

From the doorway, Angel could hear his uncle's and his family friend's hushed voices as the butler interrupted them.

"What the fuck is he doing here? I thought you said that he knew nothing!" Cassalia demanded in a failed attempt to speak quietly.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know what the boy's up to? I can only say that he doesn't know jack about this. He couldn't," Tony replied.

"Let's keep it that way. If he somehow found out about what we're doing, he will tear this place apart!"

"Are you honestly afraid of my nephew? He couldn't hurt a fly if I asked him to. All he does is talk big," Tony reassured. Then he rubbed his potbelly and turned to the butler. "Let him in."

Angel took long, slow strides as he entered the mansion.

"Angelo! What a nice surprise! What, may I ask, brings you to my city today?" Cassalia asked, a bright smile plastered on his face.

But Angel caught it. The snarl behind the overly wide smile. The threat in Cassalia's words "my city." So he played naive and nonchalant and pretended he didn't notice.

"Oh, you know, the blue sky, the bright sun! Just thought I needed a vacation, and since I was in town, I thought I would drop by to see how things are going for you," he answered innocently. He then turned his attention to his traitor of an uncle. "Tony! What're you doin' here?"

"The same thing you are, visiting friends," Tony replied coolly.

"Well, since we're all here, I have some news, if you haven't heard already. Cathy's missing. I've got people searching left right and center. Do you two know of anyone who could have taken her?" Angel asked. He could see the relief washing over the two older men in front of him as he showed that they weren't suspects.

"How could anyone do such a thing? Perhaps the Fasolas? Maybe the corrupt Cardinal's men? After all, you did kill their bosses," Cassalia offered, trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

"Perhaps, however I don't really remember telling anyone besides my uncle Tony about having killed them. Guess it must have just slipped out of his damn mouth when you two were planning to fuck me over!" Angel spat out.

"Do you take me for a FUCKIN' IDIOT? Do you HONESTLY think that I could let you go and conspire against the Vitale empire?" he growled through his teeth.

"Angelo, I -I think there's been a bit of a... a misunderstanding. I have ab-absolutely no -no idea of what you're accusing us of" Cassalia stuttered.

"Yeah, and trees can talk," Angel said flatly. "Nonetheless, don't worry too much, Signor, you're punishment is not nearly as bad as my dear uncle Tony's."

"Angel, my boy, you're being unreasonable. I could never harm you. We're family. If anything, it's Alberto you should worry about. He's the one who's been after your power for ages," Tony said calmly, trying hard to keep his fear at bay.

"Oh please, Zio, don't give me that crap. I know you're behind it all and you have been for years now. You-" Angel was interrupted by his uncle.

"Kiddo, where are you getting all this nonsense from? You know I love you." Angel rolled his eyes upon hearing this.

"And that's where you go wrong. I'm NOT a kid anymore. I'm a man, capable of making my own decisions. And most of all, for the FUCKING last time, I am NOT a idiot and you will learn today that NO ONE messes with me!" Angel was now beyond anger. Rage was coursing through every vain and muscle in his body. He was infuriated.

"Would a brainless twit be able to find out that you were plotting you're nephew's demise? That you kidnapped his baby sister? Or better yet, would he be able to figure out the fact that his own freakin' uncle murdered his father because of pointless jealousy and idiocy? Huh?" he continued.

"ANSWER ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" he yelled, drawing a silver gun out of his jacket and pointing it at his uncle.

"Angel, listen to me. I had to do it," Tony stated.

"Yeah? You had to kidnap my sister? You had to kill my father?"

"I just want justice! I want to be able to live knowing that I'm not useless, that I'm not just in everyone else's shadow!"

"Ha! And look where you've gotten yourself with that kind of thinking!" Angel chuckled dryly. His expression then turned shades darker. "Uncle don't make me do this."

"You don't have to."

Angel started to lower his gun. Suddenly, he lifted it up swiftly with one hand and slammed it against Tony's head.

"Sorry, Tony, I'm not gonna let you off that easy. I'm NOT an idiot. First, you threaten your brother, then your nephew, then your niece. Oh, and don't forget about your nephew's girl too! You are the idiot here. You, not me."

He kicked his uncle hard in the chest. In the back of the room, Alberto Cassalia was slowly trying to get away.

"Don't you even dare!" Angel shot Cassalia in the leg. A few guards started to file in, guns in their hands. Angel started to fight them.

Just then, Buffy and Gunn burst in the room with a few others following them.

"Hang on, babe! We brought help and we've got Cathy!" Buffy yelled over all the noise.

"Buffy! Gunn! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought I made myself damn clear that you were not to interfere!"

"Boss-man, did you honestly believe that we would stay put while you get yourself killed?" Gunn asked.

"ANGEL GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Buffy screeched as Tony was about to shoot him in the head. Before anything happened, Angel shot him in the chest and grabbed his throat hard.

"I trusted you! Dammit, I looked up to you! How could you?" Angel looked at his uncle sympathetically as he pulled out a knife and shoved it in his uncle's stomach. "I'm sorry, Angel," Tony whispered hoarsely.

Angel took out his cellphone and dialed a number.

"Ready?" Doyle asked from the other side of the line.

"Ready." Angel sighed, then yelled to Buffy, Gunn, and his men, "Time to go!"