Mr Antonio's POV

I sat in the dining room, eating lunch when my phone buzzed. I peeked at the screen as it lay on the table and the caller was one of my men.

I answered and put it on speaker to hear him. “What's the update?”

“Boss, I've done the job.”

“What do you mean? You've killed him?”

“Yes, boss. I've killed him,” he said.

The fork and knife clattered as I dropped it on the glass plate.

“Did you check to see if he was really dead?”

“I had to leave ...