Chapter 87

“Baby, baby, baby…” he sighed. “You think I’m not capable of doing all I said I would, don’t you?”

His voice had instilled so much fright in Antonia over the days.

“You kept me waiting. Where is my money?” His tone immediately changed from sarcastically friendly to manic. Like a total freak.

“I… I’m…”

“Two more hours—just two hours you have to deliver, or you’ll go up to a beautiful home in jail alongside your parents in jeopardy. The choice is yours.”

“Thank you… thank you, I will…”

Marconi was listening closely to what Eli was saying, like he was picking up information. He was right—Eli wouldn’t lose a precious chance so easily. He watched his wife thanking a cruel man for making her life miserable.

The call ended, and all over, Antonia started to panic.

“Marc…” her words were breaking. “He gave me two hours,… I… I can still deliver… I can.”

“Listen to me, Antonia…” He placed his hands on her shoulders and then moved them to cu