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Valentino's POV

It's been a few weeks since we rescued Luke from the hands of Antonio. Ever since the incident, Luke has barely talked to anyone, only uttering a word or two if needed. His routine has been the same, wake up, eat, train, eat, rest, eat, and sleep. He has been insistent on his training for the past few weeks, never missing a day. I've suggested that he should be assessed by a therapist, but that conversation didn't go too well. He kept insisting that he was fine, but I highly doubt he is.

I'm currently sitting in a chair in the basement cell with Antonio tied up in front of me. His arms were chained to the ceiling his feet barely touching the floor. His head was down as blood dripped down his head. I've kept him here, barely keeping him alive, using him as something to lash out my anger towards. Cuts and bruises covered his body, much like he did to Luke. I've had Alex come here once in a while to tend to his wounds, letting him recover for a few days before repeating t