Missing her

Tristan dropped his phone on the drawer with a satisfying look on his face. Finally, he was back in charge again even though he wasn't there, but yet, he in charge.

He thought as he walked back to his bed. He thought about what to do with Leah and concluded it was best he sent her back to Italy.

He picked up the jacket on his bed before walking out of the room.

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*

Leah sat on the bed in the room she was kept locked in. The handcuffs were still on her wrist, making it impossible for her to do anything.

The door suddenly opened and Tristan walked in. Leah looked like and smiled sheepishly. "You are finally here."

Tristan only stared at her without saying a word. He walked to the table, took one of the wine and poured himself a drink. "Want a drunk too?" He asked as he sipped his drink.

Leah scoffed and raised her hands. " I can't do that with this God forsaken handcuffs around my wrists, can I?"

Tristan smiled. " I wouldn't give you either, just pulling your legs. You don't deserve w