MIA'S POV:

I couldn't believe this. How could Logan do this to me? I knew he was an ass but this was my sister. In the hospital. Just because he had nobody to love or care about didn't mean he had to make everyone around him just as miserable and alone.

I stomped back up the stairs, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. I couldn't stand the sight of him. Gavin looked at me with soft eyes when I passed him, shoving the door to my room open and throwing myself onto the bed.

I felt sick to my stomach. My sister had been alone in the house and someone had attacked. A few of my father's men would've been outside but they clearly were no help and she'd gotten hurt. I couldn't imagine how scared she must've been. And now, all I could do was sit around and worry about her, not knowing if she'd woken up, or if she was even going to.

My tears soaked my pillows, my head buried beneath them. My whole body rocked with sobs. I hated Logan. I hated him so much. What possible reason could he have for keeping me away from my family.

I cried until I couldn't anymore. My eyes burned and my head felt heavy. I sunk into the covers, burying myself in the soft blankets. A knock sounded at the door but I ignored it, keeping my head under the covers, even when I heard the door open. "Miss?" I heard Kevin call and rolled my swollen eyes. I didn't bother to answer him or move and he cleared his throat. "Mr Sternato has... requested to... see you."

I scoffed. "Tell him he can go fuck himself."

Kevin stayed silent for a long time before clearing his throat. "Miss?"

"Go away!" I yelled, curling myself up into a ball and burying my face in my hands. I sighed in relief when the door shut and it didn't seem like he was coming back. I closed my eyes and tried my best to imagine I was back at home, tucked in my own bed. I missed my family so much and my old life seemed like a dream now. I missed college and work and having friends. I missed flirting with guys just for the sake of it, I missed parties and drinking and shopping and eating in restaurants. I missed my freedom.

I'd been an idiot, letting myself believe that I could make this work. I should never have crossed the line with Logan and allowed myself to believe he could actually care. I should never have let myself start to care. I was his prisoner, nothing more. He was the man that had taken me away from my family, the man that had taken my freedom. His looks, his ability to make me scream, none of that mattered and I'd been stupid to let myself get distracted.

I started to cry again. I heard the door to my room open again and tensed, hoping to God it wasn't Logan. Whoever it was, they didn't speak and I tried my best to silence my cries, not wanting him to hear how pathetic I was. "Mia?"

It was Gavin's soft voice that whispered my name before he settled on the edge of my bed. I felt his hand settle on my shoulder through the covers. "I'm sorry about your sister," he said. I didn't say anything in response. Despite his kindness, I wasn't interested in engaging in conversation. I just wanted to be left alone to wallow.

"Mia, you need to come downstairs," he said and I frowned, "Logan's waiting for you,"

"No," I argued immediately.

"Mia," he called again. "He's going to the hospital to check on the men that got injured. You can see your sister."

I threw the covers off me, turning to face my friend with my breath caught in my throat. His eyes filled with sympathy when he saw my reddened face and swollen eyes. "Really? He changed his mind? I can see her?"

Gavin nodded with a small smile. "Come on."

I shuffled off the bed, following him out of the room and desperately trying to dry my cheeks with my sleeve. Downstairs, Logan stood amongst a cluster of his soldiers and only turned to face me when I approached him. "Let's go," he said simply, nodding to the men that started to head outside.

"You mean it?" I asked him cautiously. "I can see her?"

His eyes narrowed before he nodded, stepping closer. He leaned in so I could feel his breath in my ear. "Don't think for a second that throwing a tantrum will always get you your way, this won't happen again."

I nodded my head, unwilling to do anything that might make him change his mind. I needed to see my sister and make sure she was okay. I followed him out to the car and sat obediently beside him, my leg shaking with nerves the closer we got to the hospital. I was finally going to see my father and sister.

We pulled up outside the hospital owned by the mafia. I didn't bother waiting for Logan before I sprung out of the car and towards the main entrance. He caught up with me quickly, grabbing my wrist before I could get inside. I turned to glare at him but he was already looking back at his men. "Check the premises," he ordered before turning back to me. "Let's get something straight, I need to speak to my men, find out what happened. As soon as I'm done here, were leaving. Am I understood?"

I nodded and he released me, allowing me to step inside the building. I left him to shout orders at his men and surveyed the waiting room, my eyes immediately landing on my father. "Dad," I breathed, tears welling in my eyes. He turned at the sound of my voice, his eyes wide, and shot towards me.

"Mia!" He threw his arms around me and I sunk into his strong hold, feeling truly safe for the first time since Logan had ripped me away from my family. "What are you doing here?" He suddenly asked me, pulling away so he could look into my eyes. I blinked away my tears and forced a smile.

"I'm here to see Ash, how is she?"

I watched his eyes flicker behind me and I turned, watching Logan march through the door. He beelined straight towards us, his eyes focused on my father who glared back at him. "I need to speak with you," Logan demanded.

My dad frowned before turning to me. "Your sister is in the third room on the left. She's not long woken up. Tell her I'll be back soon," he instructed, kissing the top of my head.

Logan frowned. "Go with her," he ordered the soldier standing nearest to me and my father stepped forward defensively.

I only nodded, glancing between the two of them before turning to walk away. There was clearly no love lost between the two of them and I didn't want to stick around for the ego battle. Instead, I made my way down the hallway with barely contained excitement. Ashley was awake. And on the other side of the door in front of me.

I pushed it open, exhaling in pure relief when I saw her sitting up, gaze fixed on her phone. She didn't bother to look up at me and I tried to contain my laughter as I entered, closely followed my Logan's soldier, and shut the door behind us. "Hey," I finally said when I continued to be ignored.

Her head shot up so fast I imagined she got whip lash and the biggest smile broke out on her face. "Mia!" She exclaimed, eyes misting a little. I practically ran to her, throwing my arms around her. I was hit with the smell of her perfume. It was a sweet, flowery scent that smelled like home and my eyes started to mist again.

"I missed you so much," I told her, refusing to let go.

"I missed you too. I didn't expect to see you," she said.

I shook my head. "Logan needed to speak with some of the guards," I told her, "I won't be able to stay long."

"That's okay," she said, pulling away from me and giving me a soft smile. "Seeing you makes it worth getting injected with a massive needle and knocked out."

I frowned. "I'm so sorry about that, are you okay?"

She nodded. "The doctors said I'm fine. It wasn't anything harmful. Whatever they wanted, it wasn't to hurt me, they just wanted me out of the way."

I took her hand and squeezed it. "I'm glad you're alright. And that I get to see you."

"Me too."

Behind me, my father entered the room and frowned at the guard standing in the corner. "Leave," he ordered and the man faltered. "I'm perfectly capable of keeping my daughters safe. Go and do your job elsewhere."

The man eventually nodded, following my father's orders. I felt a little guilty, knowing he would be in trouble with Logan for disobeying him, but I didn't say anything; I wanted some time alone with my family. "I've missed this," my dad said when he'd left, smiling over at us. He walked over and squeezed my shoulder before kissing Ashley's cheek. "How are you feeling, honey?"

Ash smiled. "I'm okay," she said, "I'd like that drink though."

She grinned at my dad who sighed. "I'm sorry, I completely forgot. I got distracted with Logan's appearance."

"I'll get it," I told them both.

I left the room, finding the hallways empty, and made my way towards the small cafeteria. I wasn't sure where Logan had gone or how many men he needed to visit so I walked quickly, eager to get back to my family.

I didn't even make it to the end of the hallway before I was grabbed. I tensed. This wasn't Logan. I could tell instantly and I fought to get away, wriggling in the tight grip. I was dragged down a hallway and I continued to try and jerk out of the strong hold. "Get off me," I snapped, twisting in an attempt to elbow the attacker.

My entire body stilled when I felt metal press against my temple. My heart hammered in my chest and I allowed whoever was holding a gun to my head to manoeuvre me until I was pressed against the wall. I was turned around and came face to face with a middle-aged man, his hair greying and his eyes so pale blue they looked like glass.

He pressed the gun into the centre of my forehead and my tears fell. "Who are you?" I asked him quietly, my lip quivering. He slowly slid the barrel of the gun down my face before pressing against my lips until I was certain they would bruise.

"Open," he growled and I sobbed, my heartbeat loud in my ears. I forced my lips apart and he shoved the gun into my mouth, making me gag. "There," the man said, his eyes gleaming in approval, "I need you to keep quiet. To answer your question, I'm the person that gave the order to attack your home and knock out your sister. I was hoping you'd be here," he said.

My stomach sunk and I tried my best to stop shaking. This man had hurt my sister and I wanted to scream because of it. "I need your help," he said. "I want Logan dead and you're going to help me."

My eyes widened and he slowly removed the gun, leaving the taste of gunpowder on my tongue. "You want to kill Logan?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper. He nodded his head, a smirk on his lips. "Are you insane? How do you expect to do that?" I kept my voice quiet, not wanting to anger him while his gun was still aimed at my head.

"With your help," he stated simply, "You're going to lure him out of the house without his guards and then I'll set up an ambush and kill him."

My tears fell as I shook my head. "I can't do that," I told him, "I'm his prisoner, he won't listen to me."

His smirk only widened. "And yet, you're here visiting your sister. I think you have more power here than you realise." I swallowed before he continued. "I got your number from your sister's phone. Text me the time and location and I'll take care of the rest." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper with a phone number written on it.

I shook my head. "I don't have my phone. Logan took it," I explained shakily.

"Then take it back. Do whatever you have to do to make this happen because if I haven't killed Logan by the end of this week, I'll return to your house and it'll be your sister's life that I take instead. Am I clear?"

I cried, hanging my head as the realisation sunk in. I was trapped. Forced to choose between Logan and my sister. "We both know if you tell your daddy about this, he'll tell you to kill Logan and if you tell Logan, he'll leave your sister to die. So, you better keep your mouth shut and do as your told!" He hissed. I nodded, reaching up to wipe my damp cheeks and when I finally looked up, the man was gone.