Leo’s POV
The moment Viktor stormed into my office this morning, I knew the bastard was already halfway dead.
His face was beet red, his veins popping at his temple like a ticking bomb. He slammed the door so hard the walls trembled and charged toward my desk, breathing like a rabid bull.
"You arrogant son of a b***h!" he roared, slamming his fists down hard enough to rattle my espresso cup. "You smashed my car! Pissed on it like a goddamn dog who marking it's territory! What the f**k Leonardo!"
I leaned back in my chair, unbothered and taking a lazy sip of my coffee while admiring the pathetic sight before me. Viktor, with all his noise, still hadn't learned the first rule of our world: rage without strategy is suicide.
"Relax, Vickie," I drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was
