The next morning.
Around 4 AM, Leo got roused out of bed. And like a guilty criminal, he was escorted by two of his uncle's men out of the room.
Leo was no longer surprised. He had been expecting his uncle's summons since yestereve. Because of it, he had been turning in his sleep, anxious when his uncle would exact his dues. So, when they came, Leo did not attempt to struggle and instead obediently cooperated.
He was brought to the torture room- A.K.A. "the gym."
Entering, Leo immediately saw his uncle sitting on a metal folding chair on the padded floor across the room. His chiseled face was as emotionless as always. The only hint that gave away his raging wrath was the flecks of light against his darkened grey eyes.
Then Leo noticed his uncle's hand and the clothes he was wearing. And his heart dropped.
It's over.