What Alessio did next made Elian's stomach turn with disgust.
He smirked with a casual, satisfaction then turned away from Ronald's convulsing body like it was nothing more than a mildly interesting scenery.
And he walked toward the workout equipment.
Reaching there, he selected a weight bench, adjusted the settings with an admirable ease, and lay back. His hands gripped the bar above him.
Then he started his workout routine. Like nothing was happening. Like a man wasn't dying ten feet away.
Elian couldn't believe it. His feet stayed rooted to the spot, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing.
Alessio lifted the weights in controlled, steady repetitions. His face was calm and peaceful.
Meanwhile, Ronald's agonized sounds in form of wet choking, desperate gasps filled the gym, whereby Alessio just kept lifting.
