*Leo's POV*
I hated my father. I could feel the smugness radiating off him as he watched Kit'lin look away from Kristoff's decapitated head being handed over in a box like a trophy. When she lunged across the table and pulled the box tight to her chest protectively I heard the slight chuckle that he tried not so hard to suppress.
I admired Kit'lin as she quickly recovered, shooting my father a scathing look before staring stoically as she had before. My father and Lorenzo were talking back and forth about that they could offer Don Quinn, but I was just busy trying not to stare at Kit'lin. She looked beautiful in her dress, her tattooed flesh on show and strappy heals making my eyes want to stare at her legs. I forced myself to look back at Amanda, who was completely not my type. Her voic
