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Logan probably thought I was an obedient little girl as I sat perfectly still on his knee while he worked, barely even breathing. He probably thought I had learnt to behave how he wanted me to in the short time I had lived with him and was feeling smug right about now.

But the truth was I was frozen. The shock of my position seemed to have stiffened all my muscles and all I could do was sit and stare straight ahead of me, desperately trying to ignore the hand that was inching up my thigh.

My jaw trembled as his fingers travelled further and further up my leg and I found myself clenching my thighs to block his entrance.

Seconds later, Logans lips pressed against the crook of my neck in a smirk and I tensed completely. His other hand dropped the pen and curled around me to rest on the sensitive spot just below my breast.

"Logan," I whispered, my breath faltering, "what did you want?"

"Now what part of be silent didn't you understand?" He asked in a growl.

"Which part of I didn't want to be somebody's sex toy did you not understand?" I growled right back, brushing his hand off me.

"Trust me Mia, this is nothing." His hand slammed right back down on my leg and I whimpered a little, more from the shock than the pain. "I really do suggest you start behaving because you are treading on incredibly thin ice."

"Just tell me why I am here?" I pleaded quietly. It wasn't my intention to piss him off, I just wanted answers.

"I need to see whether you really have learnt your lesson or if I would be better off putting you in the next auction an allying gang participate in," he explained casually, the words rolling off his tongue like we were close friends chatting. "So, I have a visitor coming to speak to me any second and he is in the trafficking business. You are going to stay right where you are and do as your told and if you do, I won't have to make a deal with him before he leaves regarding your future."

My heart thundered in my chest at his words. Although Logan was an ass, I knew the creeps he did business with were all going to be old slime-balls with perverted fantasies about teenage girls and I was not prepared to become their victim.

I had met men like that before, when my father had to do business with them. He now kept us locked away when they had house meetings but when we were younger, we would often go to see my dad and end up the subject of creepy ogling.

"Are we clear, Mia?" He growled.

"Yes."

He went back to his work for another fifteen minutes before the phone at his desk rang. Before answering, he stacked the papers he was working on and slid them into a file, dropping them into his top drawer before locking it.

"Yes?" He finally answered sharply and I felt bad for whoever was calling.

"Mr Lerch is here, Sir. Shall I send him up?" A woman's voice asked. It was quiet and weak and I could imagine a young girl who, like me, had been ripped from her home for one reason or another.

"Yes," he replied and I was itching to scold him on his lack of manners but somehow, I didn't imagine that going well. He ended the call and leant back in his seat, keeping me pinned against him. "The rules are simple, don't look up unless I tell you to, don't speak without permission and when you do speak, show respect. Understood?"

"Yes." I whispered, lowering my gaze to his desk.

"Good." I could hear his victorious smirk in his voice but before I could snap at him, there was a knock at the door.

My gut twisted when Logan called the visitor in and bile rose in the back of my throat. Logan lifted me up so he could stand and shake the man's hand before pulling me back down with him.

Following Logans stupid rules, I kept my head down and my mouth shut, not having a clue what this man looked like. "How have you been Logan?" The man asked in a friendly tone.

"Well, thank you Thomas, and you?" He replied, his tone clipped. My eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. I thought that they were friends? Maybe Logan just spoke to everyone in that tone.

"Very good." The man was either oblivious to Logan's attitude or used to it because he didn't acknowledge it at all. "And who is this beauty?" I heard him ask and gulped, my stomach fluttering.

"This is Mia." He answered bluntly, inching his hand up my thigh again.

"Where did you get such a beautiful thing... and does she have a twin I could purchase?" The leech asked and I froze. There was no way he could get to my sister... no way.

Still, every muscle in my body tensed and I found myself holding my breath while I waited for Logan to reply. "I bought her earlier this week."

I let out my breath, more than thankful he didn't mention Ashley. I would've shoved his rules so far up his ass and raced home if I thought for a second my sister was in danger.

"Is she for sale? I would give you double whatever you paid for a night with her." The creep chuckled sadistically and I shuddered at the thought.

Out the corner of my eye, I could see him leering at me with a satisfied grin on his face. His eyes devoured me like meat, stripping away the scraps of lace covering my body and drinking in what he could picture underneath.

Logans hand left my thigh and stroked down a strand of hair that had fallen over my face. "She isn't for sale, at least not at the moment," he answered and I nearly sobbed out loud.

I was prepared to get on my knees and beg him to never let me this close to the greasy haired, overweight leech ever again but I still had a slither of pride - despite my almost naked attire.

"Not yet? Does that mean you plan to sell her?" He asked hopefully.

"Only if she can't behave," Logan stated, I presume for my benefit more than anything.

"Well, you should consider sending her to Jonesy for a week or two. After a week tied and gagged in his bed while he whips her ass, she will be the perfect little angel," he sneered.

I felt Logan tense beside me, his fists clenching. "Mmm," he answered bluntly.

Thankfully, the subject of conversation veered away from me and onto business and I tuned out as they discussed a shipment of weapons that Thomas was intending to sell to Logan.

"Well, thank you for meeting with me Thomas." Logan once again leant to shake the man's hand.

"No problem, see you soon Logan." The guy replied before seeing himself out the office.

When he was gone, I sat silently in my place for a few minutes before speaking. "Thank you." I whispered, staring straight ahead of me.

"For what?" He sounded genuinely curious.

"For not mentioning my sister," I explained. "Thank you."

"Well, just because he screwed me over doesn't mean I think your father deserves to lose both of his daughters. And nobody deserves to belong to that man, he is an ally so I have to remain civil with him but I don't agree with his beliefs and I certainly don't agree with trafficking girls," he replied, stroking my face absentmindedly as he did.

I frowned. "Except me, apparently?" I turned to face him, raising a questioning eyebrow and caught the slight surprise that crossed his face before he wiped it away and stared at me blankly.

"You're still here aren't you," he simply stated.

I narrowed my eyes. "For how long?" I asked him with a shake of my head. "You take me from my home, threaten me and force me to parade around for you dressed like a stripper and yet, I express my dislike of you and your 'beliefs' seem to have gone out the window."

Again, he looked taken aback for a moment, his dark eyes a little wider than usual. "You're smarter than I gave you credit for, darling," he mumbled, "braver too."

I stayed silent, not really sure what to say in response but fortunately, I didn't have to say anything. "You can go," he told me after a moment or two, "back to your room. Someone will bring you food later."

All I could do was nod and take the opportunity to make a break for it, desperate for a shower to wash away the feeling of that man's eyes all over me.


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