Chapter 38: The calm after the storm.
Lionel's apartment, usually a bastion of opulence and control, felt oddly serene in the aftermath of the earlier chaos. The soft glow of ambient lighting contrasted sharply with the turmoil that had unfolded, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Lionel's calm demeanor, as he methodically cleaned the blood from his nose, seemed almost out of place.
Marcus and Willy, both seasoned in dealing with Lionel's temper, had braced themselves for a storm. They had expected Lionel to be seething, perhaps even threatening violence or making plans for retribution. Instead, they found him in a state of relaxed amusement, the corners of his mouth curled into a barely restrained smile. It was unsettling.
"Sir," Marcus said, trying to mask his concern with a veneer of respect, "I heard what happened. Do you want me to take care of that bitch... Floria?"
