Leon’s POV
I stormed out of the VIP hotel. My boots hammered concrete like I wanted to crack the earth open. Rage wasn’t burning anymore—it was molten steel pouring through every vein. My fists clenched until knuckles turned white, my nails carving half-moons of blood into my palms.
I pictured Bella’s throat between them. Squeezing. Watching purple marks bloom under her skin. Watching life leak out slow while she clawed and begged.
I ripped the car door open so hard the hinge groaned. Dropped into the back seat like a predator settling into a kill zone.
Engine roared as soon as I entered. The city blurred into streaks of neon and black.
I sat sstill. My mind was a slaughterhouse. Bella’s voice replayed on a steady loop—every syllable a fresh cut. Not the audacity. I used to f**k that
