Lions of the Underworld (Violence)

Nicolas' Pov :

One week ago...

The smell of blood and rotten meat hit my nostrils when I entered the underground cell of the warehouse in the jungle of Monpura town. I turned left and walked into a dimly lit cell when I saw Stephen, my mate and best friend standing in front of a beaten man with my two other mates Victor and John.

Blood dripping out of his cuts and bruises made him head to toe smeared with crimson blood, hands cuffed, lying on the floor. His face was almost unrecognizable and he was barely breathing.

"Is he alive?" I looked at Stephen and scrunched my eyebrows.

"Yes. He won't die this early." Stephen chuckled.

"Did he open his mouth?" I asked again.

"This motherfucker is mute like forever." John scoffed.

I slowly walked towards him and sat down in front of his lifeless body. He slowly opened his bloodshot eyes as he savvied my presence.

"Hello, Sheeran."

I whispered in a cold shivering tone that echoed through the small cell and gave him my noto