Antonia's POV
The phone in my hand felt like fire in my palms and I loved it, I felt so dangerous and feral and with my next plan… I was going to end it all and I didn't even hesitate.
Not anymore.
The number I had kept hidden in the back of the drawer for years , a number I swore I'd never use unless it became absolutely necessary,was now pressed against my ear.
It rang once, Twice…
Then again.
Then click.
I heard a breath on the other side.
"Well hello Antonia …." his voice hadn't changed a single bit, it was still crisp , cold and controlled like mine.
"I need a favor," I said, my voice as smooth as silk, hiding the venom beneath.
"You never call me for favors. You call me when you want someone gone."There was a pause.
He was right , whenever I needed something taken care of , something that I knew would land in hell if I didn't ask for help with it.
Then I said it.
"I need you to help me make someone suffer , till I say let them die."
