Chapter 11

—Tristan—

Eleanor was everything I’d hoped for and so much more. A queen in my game of chess, indeed. Noble and proud like a queen and arrogant and spoiled like one too. She made me want to break her.

I emptied my scotch and hit the bar. Jerry refilled my glass. The whores had gathered at the other end of the bar as far away from me as possible. As usual.

“She’s so beautiful,” the whore who had brought Ellie clothes said to the others. She was. Ellie was a masterpiece, almost too beautiful.

I drank another scotch, considering returning to the basement, to Ellie. Whatever you take, it’ll always be less than what he would have gotten. You will have to settle for the consolation prize.

Her words were an insistent pounding in the back of my head. And fuck, I knew she was right. Taking from Ellie what I wanted wouldn’t feel like a victory. There was no challenge in doing so. She was weaker and at my mercy.

I slammed the glass down on the c