Lucas stood over Leo, his eyes dark and unflinching. Leo was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, bruised, blood at the corner of his lips. Lucas’s men circled him, their shadows stretching across the floor like wolves ready to strike.
“Well, well,” Lucas began, voice dripping with sarcasm. “If it isn’t the man who’s been giving orders to my fiancée. The one who thought blackmailing her was a good idea.”
Leo gritted his teeth, glaring up at him. “Why am I here?” he asked bitterly.
Lucas tilted his head slightly. “You already know why. Does the name Rose ring a bell?”
Leo’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.
Lucas smirked coldly. “We can do this all day, Leo.”
When Leo looked away, Lucas punched him straight in the mouth. Blood splattered on the floor.
“You look at me when I’m
