“Each betrayal begins with truth.”
Martin Luther
Antonio’s POV
The person on the other side of the line answered, and I could hear the sound of papers shuffling in the background. “What can I do for you, boss?” He asked, his voice smooth and professional.
“I need information on a puppet my father brought in,” I said, my voice rough and urgent.
“I don't know much about him, but I need to know everything. He’s been acting all mighty here since he came in through my father. I need to know if I don’t have to worry about my dad’s mess again.” I said icily.
I could feel my anger and frustration just below the surface as I thought about Luka and his smug attitude.
“What's his name?” The person on the other side of the line asked, his pen scratching against paper as he took notes.
“Luka,
