Victoria P.O.V
“What the hell man?” Noah bristles, “I’ll call the cops. We have no money.”
Antoni laughs deeply, though his eyes never leave Victoria’s face. “Money? Do I look like I am in need of money, boy? You always do manage to find such funny friends, Bell.”
Victoria places a hand on Noah’s shoulder and steps out from behind him with an exasperated frown. “That’s enough, Beast. What are you even doing here?”
Noah snaps his head toward Victoria. “Wait, you know him?” he whispers in indignation.
Victoria ignores Noah’s question, not even sparing him a glance at the sound of his voice. Her eyes are focused on Antoni. He looks weary like he’s just come from a battle. Roaming his face, her eyes spot a splatter of blood along the collar of his shirt below his right ear.