Ethan looked down at the Landlord, who was immobilized and whimpering under Jason's boot, his arm clearly dislocated.
"Let him go," Ethan commanded, his voice still low and satiated. "Let him run away for good."
Jason nodded, pulling his foot back. He grabbed the Landlord's good arm and hauled the man out of the building, tossing him roughly onto the sidewalk before returning inside.
Ethan turned his attention back to Cassandra, who was sprawled out on the couch, exhausted but satisfied. He began to stroke her perfect buttock, his hand moving carelessly over the firm flesh.
"You shouldn't have done that, Ethan," Cassandra said, her voice weak but serious. "He was still my husband, despite everything. And that idiot... he has contacts with the Dukes of Dorchester. The gangsters who were running things here."
