Nikolai's POV I didn’t need to look to know who'd entered the room.I forced my eyes open, even though they burned, to see a shadow step into the dim light, his polished shoes stopping just inches from my blood.Then he laughed cruelly.“Well, well…” he drawled. “Look at you.”I dragged in a shaky breath and tilted my head just enough to meet his gaze. “Hello… son,” Roman spat spitefully.Something in me should have reacted. I should feel anger, rage,... hate.But I was too weak to feel anything. I let out a soft breath of air in an exhale.“What do you want, old man?”For a second, I was met with silence, till I felt his fist brutally slam into my jaw.My head snapped to the side, pain exploding through my skull.He took another hit directly to my ribs and I felt blood flood my mouth.Again.Again.Again.Each blow sent shockwaves through my already battered body, but I refused to scream. My vision flickered, black creeping in at the edges, and I barely held onto my consciousness.
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