Leo stood tall, his shadow looming over Luke's bound body on the floor. He had just delivered a harsh shove with his boot to Luke's shoulder, forcing the battered man to look him dead in the eye.
"Who?" Leo hissed. His voice was low, yet vibrating with a threat capable of shattering one's soul. "Who sent you? Tell me how you had the gall to come here alone."
Luke coughed, spitting a small amount of blood onto the granite floor. He let out a small, terrifyingly raspy laugh. "I told you... it's my business. I wanted that woman dead. I did it of my own accord, Leo."
Thud!
Another punch from Leo landed squarely on Luke's jaw. Luke's head snapped to the side, hitting the wall with a dull thud. Leo didn't stop, he grabbed Luke's collar, pulling him up until their faces almost touched. His anger had reached an unstable boiling point. Leo reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out Luke's tactical folding knife that Juno had confiscated earlier.
