It wasn't just Milo who was shocked. Every guard on the field felt their jaws drop. Thirty extra push-ups might not have sounded like much, but adding thirty to their daily session, felt like too much.
A heavy, collective gasp went up. They looked at Milo briefly, their eyes flashing with anger and frustration, before they turned their heads toward Salvatore.
"Seriously, Boss?" one of the guards at the back called out.
"No fucking way! It's his mistake! Why do we have to pay for it?" another shouted, gesturing toward Milo's thin, trembling frame.
"Not again!" another man groaned.
"Damn it!"
Milo felt his lungs burning as he tried to catch his breath. He was still reeling from the physical exertion of the run, his vision blurry and his legs feeling like jelly.
He took deep, ragged breaths, his chest heaving. Before he could speak up to apologize, Salvatore's eyes scanned the field.
