Antonio’s POV
Their constant nagging was getting to my head.
Damian and Daniel had barely left the hospital after the confrontation when the arguments started again—not with each other this time, but with me.
They called it concern, but I called it suffocation.
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard them:
“Papa, you need to rest.”
“Papa, let us handle this.”
“Papa, stop worrying about the company.”
As if I could.
As if the company wasn’t tied to every fiber of my existence. As if the company wasn’t the reason we were all still alive—still breathing—the reason we had a roof over our heads and enemies lurking at every corner.
I tried to ignore it, to drown out their voices. But the walls of this hospital room were too white and too quiet. My thoughts screamed louder than their naggin
