Extraits

“Thanks,” I’d said. He’d sparked up his lighter for me and cupped his hand around the end of the cigarette, and I’d leaned in, trying my best not to look like an idiot as my stomach churned and my heart raced. I’d never smelled success before, but he reeked of it. “You could get arrested for this, you know.” I’d grinned after taking a drag. “Supplying cigarettes to a minor.” He laughed the kind of confident laugh that made my heart race even more. “They could try.” I didn’t know he was one of the country’s top criminal lawyers back then. Didn’t know his name was Alexander James Henley Jnr. and he employed over five hundred legal staff at his swanky London law firm. I had no idea at all that the papers called him the puppet master, or that I’d come to know he has a penchant for asphyxiation games and brutal fucking. He’d just been a posh guy in a suit, until he’d smiled at me.