THE DEVIL'S PREY
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Damian stormed through the dimly lit halls of the Sin Nation Empire, his footsteps heavy with frustration. He didn't bother knocking when he reached Pa Antonio's office—he simply shoved the door open and stepped inside.
The old man sat behind his mahogany desk, swirling a glass of whiskey, barely sparing Damian a glance. His expression was calm, unbothered, as if the chaos unfolding outside meant nothing to him.
Damian clenched his fists. "Xavier could have died, and you sat here doing nothing." His voice was sharp with anger.
Pa Antonio exhaled slowly, taking a sip from his drink before setting the glass down. "And?"
Damian's jaw tightened. "And? That's all you have to say? He was burning alive! They set him on fire! And you didn't lift a damn finger."