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Getting him out
Phoebe's POV
I sat across from Antonio, absently pushing my fork through the eggs on my plate as we silently ate our breakfast.“So,” Antonio began as he sliced into his sausage. “I’ve decided to get your father out of prison.”The fork slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the plate as I choked on my food. My eyes shot up to meet his, searching his face for any sign that this was some kind of twisted joke. But there was no humor in his eyes—just cold, hard seriousness.“Excuse me?” I sputtered, my voice shaky. “You’re joking, right?”Antonio’s gaze sharpened, as he leaned back in his chair. “I don’t joke about things like this, Phoebe.”I instantly felt angry and questioned him.“Why would you want to help him? After everything he did—to my mother, to me? He deserves to rot in that cell!” I angrily snapped at him, my mood instantly turning sour.Antonio’s eyes turned icy, and his voice dropped to a low, dangerous toneRelated chapters
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