Leo's POV
I didn't know how long I'd stayed here, but it shouldn't be up to 48 hours since Viktor left. I spat blood to the side, tasting the copper and dirt.
My vision was wrecked, one eye swollen shut and the other barely hanging on. Those bastards had done a number on me. My knuckles were bruised from hitting that reinforced steel wall, but it didn’t mean s**t to me. Pain was old news. Betrayal? That was the real venom burning through my veins.
Across from me, Viktor sat like he was in some five-star f*****g lounge, legs crossed, his smirk dragging across the bruised mess of my pride. That motherfucker had balls, I’d give him that. Too bad I was going to cut them off and make him eat ‘em before I was done.
“You look like s**t, Leo…sorry about that.” he said, voice smooth like he ha
