Viktor frowned at that. Shit. The Dane nearly died? Fuck---

"I didn't know. Shit, it wasn't supposed to kill him. It was meant for Billy because I know he does coke and it wouldn't have affected him so bad."

A pang of guilt welled up inside of the punk's being, knowing full well that he might have fucking murdered the guy. Viktor wasn't a murderer and didn't want to harm Rik---not at all like that. Sighing, he felt Gloria touch his ribs then hissed in pain when she touched one below his right pectoral muscle.

"Shit!---that stings a bit."

He wasn't going to mention that he thought ballet was for ponces. That would be rude and she was trying to help him.