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28. Threatening to Suffocate Me

Author: Sommy Nuela
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-07 20:56:44

Alexa's POV

I paced the floor of my apartment, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. I tried calling Don Antonio again, but it went straight to voicemail. I started imagining the worst-case scenarios: an accident, a confrontation, anything. The thought of something happening to him, of losing him, was unbearable.

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my father.

"Alexa," his voice was grave, "I need to speak with you."

"Dad, what is it?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Come to the office immediately," he said, his voice stern. "Something has come to my attention."

He hung up before I could ask any questions. My mind raced. What did he know? Had Elsie gone to him? I rushed out of the apartment, feeling a surge of adrenaline. I had to get to the office to find out what was happening.

As I drove, my mind raced. I tried to anticipate my father's reaction, to prepare myself for his anger, his disappointment. I knew he wouldn't approve of my relationship with my godfather, so I would have to bear
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