Down on his knees

With a scowl, Leonardo Varga walked into the dimly lit lounge, the scent of whiskey and cigars hanging in the air.

His eyes scanned the room until he spotted Benjamin Leland slouched at the bar, nursing a drink.

A casual smirk curved his lips, and Leonardo strode over, his polished shoes clicking against the wooden floor.

"Benjamin," he greeted smoothly, sliding into the seat next to him. "Rough today?"

Sighing deeply, Benjamin glanced at Leonardo through bloodshot eyes, his face still bruised and swollen from the earlier encounter.

"You could say that," he muttered, swirling his drink. "I’m sure you’ve already heard about my little… incident."

Leonardo chuckled lightly, signaling the bartender to bring him a drink. "I did. It’s all anyone’s talking about. You, getting humiliated by some no-name like Kia. Unbelievable."

As his eyes hardened, Benjamin’s grip tightened around his glass, his knuckles turning white. "I don’t want to talk about it."

"Fair enough," Leonardo said, taking