Chapter 153

Simon kissed the sleeping Elena one last time before rolling out of bed and changing into a fresh pair of shirt and pants. On his way out, he made sure to turn off the lights and close the door as gently as possible.

Once downstairs, he lit a cigarette and headed out, gesturing to one of the guards standing outside to bring him the car Elena and he drove back to his home.

The guard did as he was told, and soon enough a sleek black car was rolling down in front of him and the driver was stepping out, walking back to the boot of the car, and opening it.

Simon breathed out a puff of white smoke and looked inside, humming gently as he watched a tied and gagged Richard McDowell aka his nephew (for some reason, thinking of which gave him unwanted shudders—he just hated that they were related. If only he could do something to stop his father from adopting his mother in the first place. Oh wait, he couldn’t have. He wasn’t born then.) lying in the boot.

Fuck, he really hoped this bastard heard