Chapter 87

He cuffed Leon’s wrist to a bedpost and got busy bringing everything in, most of the luggages was just money. He would be the only one needing a wardrobe anyway.

After he had brought everything in, he got rid of the ropes and syringe and came back to the bedroom, his shirt going off.

A stylised ‘L’ ran down the column of his spine, he had an irrational fear that he would come back and find Leon gone even though he was drugged out of his mind and cuffed to his bed.

It was just one of those things that only Leon would be capable of.

But no, Leon was still lying down on his bed just as he had left him, that spacy look still in his eyes as he watched Ethan come in.

Ethan didn’t think he had ever been this happy, not even when his dad finally died after years of slow poisoning, he had been the only thing between him and Leon so he got rid of him.