Leo’s POV
The bastard was still breathing. Pheew….what a miracle, really.
I transferred the bloody aggression, trying so hard not to believe what he spewed.
Blood ran down the slope of Viktor’s brother’s broken nose, pooling at the corner of his mouth. His shirt was soaked through, clinging to his twitching torso, and I could see the stain spreading across the cracked marble beneath him. He was sobbing now, but I didn’t give a f**k. The only reason I hadn't snapped his neck yet was because of what he just said.
Alessia.
My wife.
The supposed backbone of my chaos, the reason we got into an agreement was pure business, cover my s**t up and I'll protect you but I got so whipped in her p***y and I wasn't thinking straight anymore.
Emio was somehow right, I've been f*****g distracted tha
