“It always seems impossible until it is done.”
Nelson Mandela
Antonio’s POV
I made my way to the dungeon, my feet dragging on the ground. The dimly lit corridors are the opposite of the vibrant atmosphere of the club above. The air was thick with the scent of decay and death, and I could feel today would be another day of the death sentence.
As I walked, the sound of my footsteps echoed off the cold stone walls. I could feel my anger boiling but I needed to keep it cool.
I had told Aldo and Alessandro to meet me here, and I could see the curiosity in their eyes as they wondered what this was about. They knew that the dungeon was a place of darkness and death, I hardly come in here unless I want to pass a sentence, this is where those who had betrayed me met their end.
As I entered t
