Chapter 169
“Antonio Garcia, you have a visitor,” he heard the guard tap the bar of the cell he was in, and he go
When the cell opened, he stepped out onto the narrow corridor.
got up from the bed
As they walked towards their destination, the air smelled of sweat, dampness, and something metallic–blood, perhaps, from a fight that had broken out earlier.
He paid no attention to it. His thoughts were elsewhere.
Each step he took echoed in the empty hallway, but it wasn’t the sound of his own footsteps he heard–it was Zabelle’s voice in his mind.
How was she?
Was she safe?
And most importantly, was she blaming herself?
He knew his wife well enough to know that there was a high possibility that she was blaming herself for what had happened to him and the fact that there was no one to get the thoughts out of his head made him worry.
Antonio clenched his jaw as they reached a heavy metal door. The guard unlocked it and gestured for him to step inside which he did.
Seated at the lone table in the middle of the visitation room was his father.
The old man was dressed in an expensive suit, a sharp contrast to the bleakness of the prison.
His expression was unreadable, but Antonio knew his father well–he was barely containing his fury.
Antonio sat across from him, his face impassive and as soon as he was seated. William wasted no time in getting down to business. “Your bail application was denied.”
Antonio expected it, but hearing it out loud made his blood boil
“Of course it was,” he mustered, leaning back against the chair. “What happened to me was planned. I wasn’t going to get our so easily.”
William’s fingers drummed against the table before he exhaled heavily. “It was Gabriel. Well, not directly, but he played a big part in getting you
behind bar.
Antonio stilled, but he didn’t say a word as he waited for his father to finish.
William continued, his voice edged with barely restrained anger.
“He pulled strings, used his connections. Our other enemies came together and made sure the judge saw you as a flight risk. They all want you to rot in here.”
Antonio had already suspected as much, but the confirmation sent a dark, simmering rage through his veins.
“And what are you doing about it?” He asked, his tone dangerously calm.
“His son has been arrested on drug charges and attempted murder. My men are gathering evidence that will prove your innocence as we We’ll expose him, but we need time,” William said.
His voice was steady, but Antonio could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hand clenched into a fist on the table.
Time, the one thing he didn’t have to give,
Antonio’s fingers curled into fists.
That bastard had made his move, and now he was locked behind bars while he and his
But this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
is other enemies walked free.
William studied him for a moment before sighing. “I know what you’re thinking, Antonio.”
Antonio met his father’s gaze, his expression unreadable,
“You’ll get your revenge. But right now, we need to be smart. We need to get you out of here first.”
Antonio didn’t respond. He didn’t need to because when the time came, he would rain down hell on Gabriel himself.
For now, he had no choice but to listen to his father. “How is Zabelle?”
Fuck, he missed her badly!
William’s expression softened slightly. “She’s holding on.”
Antonio didn’t like that answer. Holding on meant she wasn’t, but his father wouldn’t know that, as Zabelle would put up a strong face in front of him
He leaned forward, his dark eyes sharp. “Make sure she’s okay.”
“I will” William nodded. “After I leave from here, your mother and I will go and check up on her.”
Antonio exhaled, the tension in his shoulders loosening just a fraction
“How’s mom?” He then inquired as he remembered his mother.
“Losing her mind. She wanted to come here, but you know she’s hypertensive, and I didn’t want to put her in that position, so I suggested that she go after Lily.”
“You did the right thing,” Antonio agreed with his father as they both knew his mother would break down if she had come to see him.
“Time’s up.” The guard stepped forward and William cursed under his breath.
Antonio stood, and his father did the same.
“Antonio,” William called, and he took one last look at his father. “Hang in there, I’ll get you out soon,” the old man promised, and Antonio nodded as he recognized it was his father’s way of showing love.
As Antonio turned to leave, one final thought burned in his mind.
Gabriel won this battle.
But he wouldn’t live to celebrate the war.
