Leon's POVI tipped the bottle again. Whiskey flooded my mouth—hot, bitter, and thick. It scraped down my throat, raw and ragged, tearing at the already shredded lining. The burn exploded in my chest—sharp, spreading fire that seared every rib, and every lungful of air. My stomach clenched hard—violent twist that sent acid surging up my body. I swallowed it back down. My tongue felt swollen, numb at the edges.“Dude, that’s enough.” Hale’s hand shot toward the bottle.I jerked it away. Glass smashed against my lower teeth—sharp crack, instant sting. Fresh blood welled on my lip, flooded my mouth, mixing with the whiskey’s bite. I licked it away. The taste grounded me. Made the rage sharper.Club Orion’s private booth pressed in tight. Dim red lights bled across the black leather—deep, angry glow like open wounds. Bass hammered through the walls—deep, bruising thuds that rattled my ribs, synced with the frantic slam of my heart trying to punch free. Thick smoke choked the air—cigar ash
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