In the Arms of Prison
The room was dark and a faint light shone above. On both sides were silent prison guards and a bullet proof window divided the room. A bald man sat on one side with a telephone beside him. I took my seat and was met with a bright blue suit. A finger pointed with a rattle of chains to the phone. Placing the phone to my ear, the man spoke, “It’s a surprise to see you here so soon Angelo.” Before I could speak, he continued. “But I already have an idea of why you are here, his gaze fell to the men behind who began to file themselves out on both ends the door closed with a thud before the man continued. “Your friend’s daughter is up to trouble again.” I nodded in response. He chuckled. “Does the princess still hold onto the Prince and keep him close to her heart?” “Yes, Giovanni. She sti
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