The Prison Project Novel

PS The Prison Project Chapter 83 - A Santorelli Coban's POV I didn't move . Didn't blink . Just stared back at him with that same expression I'd spent years perfecting - flat , unimpressed , unreadable . The one he used to call a mask for cowards . " I'm not here to play catch - up , " I said after a long silence . " So say whatever the hell you came to say . " His eyes gleamed , amused . " Always so direct . That's your mother in you . She never has much patience for small talk either . " I felt my jaw twitch , just slightly .

He knew what buttons to press , and he liked testing how close he could get to pushing them all the way in . I didn't give him the satisfaction of a response . " You two fighting again I assume ? " I state the obvious , as he breathes out heavily , almost bored . " She's a bitch to me on a good day . " He retorts , as I scowl . I tried desperately not to snap . I always favoured my mother over the two of them , although she was just as crazy as he was a true match made in heaven they say ... He gave a slow , calculated smile . " Okay fine ... Business talk , then .

" He leaned back , crossing one leg over the other like he had all the time in the world . " You're doing well in the program , from what I hear . The warden's report was surprisingly optimistic when I spoke to him . " He hums , as I roll my eyes . " You reading up on me now ? It's only been a week ... " I point out , unamused . ' I read up on everything that has my name attached to it . " He defends , reminding me that as much as I hated it , I was his son . Always would be . I scoffed . " You think I'm still your legacy ? After I got landed in here and you did shit about it ?!

" I snap , unable to hold back my words. " You are , " My father drawled back without hesitation . " Whether you like it or not . You're still my son . Born 1/4 [ 3:36 pm PSDD . Chapter 83 - A Santorelli in to this life . Still a Santorelli . And if this project works in your favour , if you succeed , then you'll carry that name back into the real world . We can rebuild from there . You know I done my best with the trial ... " He attempts before I cut him off . I stared at him , almost stunned by the delusion . " Bullshit ! You set me up to spend time in here and for what ? To toughen me up ?

To teach me a lesson ? What was it this time ?! " I demand to know , as he just stares , taking a moment to answer . " Careful , " he said , the calm in his voice beginning to fray . " What was the reason ?! " My tone comes sharp , but he doesn't flinch . " You were out of control out there ! Too cocky ! This place will do you some good ! " He states firmly , palm coming down on the table suddenly . So that's it ... He didn't like that I was getting ahead of him ... " You would've ended up in a body bag if I didn't do something to tame you !

" He leans forward and grits out at me , as I shake my head . " Great parenting . " I spit back ... There it was . The smallest crack in his mask . His nostrils flared , eyes hardening for just a second before smoothing back over like marble . " Dramatic and unnecessary . " He comments swiftly , leaning back to compose himself . He tapped his fingers once on the table , slow and deliberate . " I came here today to make you an offer , " he said . " One you'd be smart to hear . " I leaned back , crossing my arms . " This should be good . " " There are people watching this project closely .

Investors . Political figures . The kind of people who could make your file disappear if they saw potential in you again . " I frowned . ' What do you mean again ? " " You were always meant for something more than this . If you hadn't spiralled ... " He eases out , as my brows pull downwards in to a scowl . " I didn't spiral , " I snapped , voice cold . 2/4 3:36 pm PSDD . Chapter 83 - A Santorelli His eyes glinted . " And yet here you are , sitting in my shadow . " I breathed slowly through my nose . My pulse was hammering in my ears . " You think I care about your investors ?

Your second chances ? " I leaned forward , voice low and sharp . " I'm not doing this for you . I'm not trying to get out for you . I'm doing this for me . " He tilted his head . " Are you ? " Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist . And then ... " You've grown close to her already I see . " I froze . He said it so simply . So casually . " You've always been reckless with women , " he continued , watching my expression . " But this one ... she's different , isn't she ? Margot , is it ? Unusual name . " My hands curled into fists beneath the table . " Don't say her name .

" " Why not ? Because you actually care this time ? " He smiled , smug and poisonous . " Because you think she's the one who's going to save you ? Run away from here with you ? " I didn't speak . The silence was my only shield . " She's pretty , " he went on . " Naive . Believes in the system . Perfect target for manipulation . But you already know that , don't you . " " Shut the fuck up , " I said , my voice tight . " But does she know who you really are ? " His voice dropped to a murmur , predatory and knowing . " Does she know what you did to get in here ?

Does she know what you're capable of when someone betrays you ? Upsets you ? " I stood so suddenly the chair scraped hard against the floor behind me , Two guards shifted near the door , but didn't move in not yet , " She'll leave you , " he said flatly . " Once she has her money . " I leaned down , my face inches from the glass divider . " Just remember , if she breaks the rules ... if she turns on you , or slips up , or makes them question your 3/4 3:36 pm PSDD . Chapter 83 - A Santorelli reform , you won't just be back in that cell . " He paused , buttoning the lapels of his suit .

" You'll rot in it . " He gave a slight nod to the guards and turned without another word . I watched him go , my fists clenched so tight the skin over my knuckles had turned white . I hated him . Not just for what he'd done to me . But for the fact that , deep down , some part of me was still terrified he was always right . The door slammed behind me with a heavy bang , locking my father on the other side . But I still felt him . His voice , his scent , the chill that came with his presence it clung to me like oil I couldn't scrub off .

I walked stiffly down the hallway , ignoring the guard's quiet glances , them all knowing who I had just been to see ... This was what he did ... he didn't need weapons . He used words like razors . Cut deep and watched you bleed . And the worst part ? He always knew exactly where to aim . Chapter Comments 16 Write Comments SHARE