"Here, boss." Lucas handed Marco a handkerchief, and he accepted it without a word.
Marco's chest rose and fell heavily, his breath labored, sweat trickling down his brow. As he wiped the blood from his knuckles—blood from overworking his fists—his gaze fell upon the crumpled figure on the floor.
Jaden was a wreck. Marco had unleashed his full fury, and now Jaden lay beaten, his breathing shallow. His forehead was swollen, a fresh cut spilling blood down his face.
Lucas walked over and knelt beside Jaden, offering him a handkerchief. Jaden swatted it away, anger flaring behind his pain, but he was too weak to act on it. The frustration only deepened his humiliation.
Clutching the handkerchief to his head, his thoughts blurred, and his legs buckled beneath him, sending him crashing back to the floor with a heavy thud.
