Leo's POV
Victor wouldn't stop groaning, and frankly, it was getting on my last f*****g nerve.
The sound is grated against my skull as he made that pathetic, whimpering noises that echoed through the boardroom like nails on a chalkboard. Blood pooled beneath his chair, spreading across the pristine white marble in crimson rivulets that looked almost artistic in their horror.
The board members sat frozen, faces drained of color and hands trembling on the table.
"What... what the hell do you want from me?" Victor gasped out between groans, clutching his bleeding leg with white-knuckled hands.
I tilted my head, studying him like he was an insect pinned to a board. "There's no need to ask such stupid questions, Victor. You already know the answer."
"I don't—"
"I want everything." My vo
