“The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he’s in prison.”
Fyodor Dostoevsky.
Antonio’s POV
I walked into the office, nodding to the guards who stood at attention by the door. I made my way to my desk, dropping into the chair and running a hand through my hair.
Aldo appeared in the doorway, a look of curiosity on his face. “Antonio, you’re here,” he called out .
“Yeah, I just came in now. What's up?” I asked, gesturing for him to come in.
“Nothing I just thought to check up on you. So did you call your father?” He asked.
“Yes I did and you know how he is. We can never have a smooth conversation without shouting.” I told him.
Aldo laughs. “You know your father is a hard one, you just have to take it easy with him,” he says.
“Right.” There was a
