Easton was found in Leah’s shabby apartment by the hired enforcers. They burst in without warning, catching the couple in the act. I stood in the doorway, pinching my nose at the sight.
What a pathetic man. After leaving my home, he’d resorted to squeezing into this tiny place with his mistress. Anyone passing by might’ve mistaken Easton for the one being kept, not Leah.
Leah shrieked, desperately covering herself with a blanket, while Easton was forced to the floor, his right eye already swollen and darkened. As soon as she saw me, Leah screamed, “Gianna, you witch! You’re trespassing. I’ll sue you!”
She lunged, only to be pinned back on the bed, a towel stuffed into her mouth to stifle her shouts.
I didn’t even spare her a glance as I approached Easton. Crouching down, I grabbed
