“You don’t need to conduct autopsies on your disasters.”
Elizabeth Gilbert
Antonio’s POV
I stood in stunned silence, my mind still trying to process the news that the guy from the dungeon was dead. I couldn't believe it. How could this have happened? I had given strict instructions to keep him alive, to make sure he didn't escape or get hurt.
I turned to Aldo, my eyes blazing with anger.
“How did this happen?” I demanded. “I thought you said he’s doing just fine in the dungeon.”
Aldo shook his head, looking nervous. “I don't know, boss,” he said nervously. “I checked on him myself just a few hours ago, and he was fine.”
I felt a surge of anger at Aldo's words. How could he have let this happen? I had trusted him to keep an eye on the guy, to make sure he didn't get into any trouble
