Chapter 57

But first and foremost, he’d start with this.

Jude typed his code into the phone and took a deep breath. He’d dreamed, fantasized about this moment so many times before, but now that he was seconds away from it, felt no triumph. Only fear and trepidation. Because Leon had a hold on him. Somewhere, somehow, he still had a hold on him. Leon knew what he’d done. How many times. Who. Where. How much. To Leon, he was a whore, a piece of meat, merchandise.

What if Leon threatened him with putting up his picture on the website? The one he’d sent Leon in the beginning? What if one of his clients had secretly filmed their encounters and sent these videos to Olympus? What if—