Chapter 3

Diego

I cock my head to the side. "And you think you have a say in that? Once we make this deal, I'll own you."

Fuck. The idea of owning her ignites a fire in me that I've never felt before. Who gives a fuck about her sister, she's just coming along because I can tell she cares for her, and I'll use that to my advantage.

"S-Sir, please don't pimp us out," the sister whimpers.

Ah, she speaks. I was starting to wonder if the only thing she can do is cry and get on my fucking nerves.

They both look at me, but only one pair of eyes does anything for me.

I hum, stroking my chin thoughtfully. "There's only one way to get out of that."

My attention is only on my feisty mama now.

She swallows hard, jutting her chin out in defiance. "What the fuck do you want from me?" she bites out.

Mmm, I can't wait to punish that bratty mouth of hers.

"Be my pet. I'll be allowed to do whatever I want to you for the duration of the six months."

Their expressions twist in shock, but I keep my gaze fixed on her, patiently awaiting her answer.

"What the fuck? Nessa, you can't agree to that!"

Ah, so I finally have a name. And a pretty one at that.

I step closer to her, crouching down on her level so she meets my cold gaze. "Vanessa, right?" She shudders at our close proximity. "I offered you a way out, take it. Or would you rather have up to one hundred men wrecking you and your sister's pussies every night?"

Of course, I'm spewing bullshit now. My club operates under strict consent rules, and there are still limits to how many men the girls are allowed to fuck a night for their well-being.

The hatred returns to her eyes as she growls, "Fine, but you better keep your word. In six months, you will set both me and my sister free."

I subtle smile draws on my lips. "I am a man of my word. Should have been more concerned about your father's promises, Mama."

"I want it in writing."

"Fine, I'll have my lawyer draw it up." I signal for my men to untie them. "Get them in the car. If they try anything stupid, tie them back up."

Danny grabs Nessa by the arm, and Luis grabs the other one whose name I don't know and have no interest in doing so. The girls are dragged to the car while I follow behind.

"Torch the place," I order. Leroy nods, pulling out his lighter.

"No!" Vanessa screams. She manages to rip out of Danny's grip, but he quickly seizes her again by the waist. She twists around and rakes her nails across his face before kneeing him in the balls. "Fuck!" he exclaims, doubling over in pain.

She tries to dart past me into the house, but I snag her from behind. She panics, clawing at my arms like a feral cat. I grab hold of her waist with one hand and clamp the other firmly around her throat. "Where are you going, Mama?" I hiss into her ear.

She keeps struggling, but I tighten my grip. Leroy waits for my signal, irritation evident in his blue eyes as he holds the lighter ready.

"Please don't burn it down. My mom's still in there!" she pleads.

I furrow my brows. I thought her mom was supposed to be dead. Unless she's a lying bitch like her old man.

No, she can't be. My men checked every inch of that house; they would've found her if she were hiding.

"Please...just let me get her urn. That's the most precious thing I own," she whispers desperately.

Oh. That makes sense.

I loosen my arms around her and firmly grasp her arm instead. "I'm coming with you then."

"Luis, make sure the other sister is secure in the car, and Danny...find some ice for your balls." Without waiting for their responses, I guide my feisty mama back into the house. Pressing the muzzle of my gun to her back, we make our way to a bedroom in the rear. The room is bare, with only a bed and nightstand. She retrieves a purple urn from the nightstand and cradles it carefully in her arms. "Okay, I'm ready to go," she says softly.

Though her face betrays a sense of defeat, I don't trust it. This one's a fighter, and I can already tell it will take a long time to train her. But I'm up for the challenge.

"Make one wrong move and I'll shoot," I warn firmly.

Her eyes flare with defiance, revealing the true intentions going through her head.

There she is.

Just as I thought, she assumed she could run from me. "Why don't you just let us go, and we'll pretend like this never happened?" she whispers, her voice soft and pleading. "I promise, my sister and I will never speak a word of this."

When I don't respond, she continues, her tone hardening, "You have to know somebody will come looking for us. We have other family members, friends-"

Liar. I'm willing to bet Antonio kept them locked in this house to keep them hidden from me.

I reach out to touch her cheek, but she flinches away. I shake my head, tsking. "For five million, I'm going to enjoy every second of owning you." With a firm grip on her arm, careful not to yank it hard enough for the urn to slip from her grasp, I command, "Now, get your ass in the car."

Once I get her in the car, Leroy heads back into the house and sets fire to all the curtains. It won't be long until the flames consume the entire place, and everything in it is gone.

Leroy then tosses in the fireproof safe containing Antonio's suicide note and his confession about murdering his two daughters and hiding their bodies.

That should keep the police and media occupied for a while, searching for both him and the girls while we settle into our new arrangement.

As we drive away from the scene, the blaze engulfing the house reflects in Vanessa's eyes.

The battle of wits with my new pet has only just begun, and I've never been more thrilled.