Debt

Chapter 3

It immediately hits me that I just agreed to walk out of this room with a man who just kidnapped me, threatened my fiancé, and then f****d my brains out. Am I in my right mind? No, I can’t be. I’m obviously in shock from the events and lack of sleep from work.

There isn’t any way Logan is going to let me take back what I said yes to. He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who lets someone cancel a deal. Speaking of deal, Alex is going to hear a mouth full from me about this. I hope he knows I was kidnapped. I want him to wallow in pity, but knowing him, he’s probably thinking I’ve been killed in his honor and is scotch free from the debt he owes. I really hope Logan doesn’t let him get away with this. I know he got what he wanted, but I feel used. I feel filthy and no matter how much I enjoyed it, I’m furious that because of him, I was put into the position to give my body away.

Composing myself, I sweep my hair back as Logan stands at the door. I step toward him and he looks down at me.

“You look unsure.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yes, but you’re doing the right thing.”

“In whose world? I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know you. I don’t know what kind of person you are. I feel like I made a deal with the devil.”

The corner of his mouth twitches and he nods.

“You did, baby. Now let’s head home.”

He takes my forearm and knocks on the door. In a split second, the solid door that was holding me in here opens. A younger guy is standing there in a black shirt and jeans.

“Boss.” He nods.

“We’re heading out. Meet me in the morning for a briefing.”

“Gotcha boss.”

We go to walk past him and I look over my shoulder. He sees me and sends me a wink, licking his lips. f*****g perv probably heard the whole thing. I face forward and as Logan is basically dragging me out of wherever we are, it feels like I’m still a hostage. Didn’t I agree to go on my own free will? Why is he still treating me like a prisoner?

“I think I can walk on my own.” I say, trying to pull my arm free.

When he doesn’t let go, I frown.

“Let me go.” I pull again and this time, Logan turns and slams me against the wall.

“Just because you agreed to come with me doesn’t mean I will be treating you any differently. For all I know, you’re waiting to get outside to run. I can’t have that. Getting a piece of your ass doesn’t save your fiancé. I’m not going to kill him, but he will pay for what he’s done in one way or another.”

My eyes widen. He lied to me.

“You said his debt was cleared.”

“And it is, but as we speak, my men are in his house, beating the s**t out of him. Think of it as a warning.”

“You’re a monster.” I look at him in horror.

“You knew that the moment you met me, babe. You should be happy. You don’t love him anyway. Your mouth around my c**k said that on its own. He put you in this situation. I’d think you’d agree with his punishment. Am I wrong?”

As much as I want to say that he is, I know he’s not. I gave myself so freely to say Alex’s life. I admitted to Logan that my feelings for Alex aren’t what they seem. I threw my damn ring in the trash for Christ's sake, but it’s still wrong.

“That’s what I thought. Now, let’s go.” He yanks me away from the wall and tears come to my eyes.

I’ve messed up.

When we get outside, the cool night breeze causes me to shiver. The wind whips my hair around to the point where there is no use is trying to contain it. In front of us, there is a black SUV. Another man in all black holds the door open.

“Boss.”

“We’re going home. Make sure there are suitable accommodations for our new guest.” He orders and the man nods.

“Yes, Boss.”

Why do they keep calling him boss? What does he do besides threaten the lives of anyone who crosses him? He sure isn’t in banking or accounting. Maybe debt collection.

Logan pushes me into the car and I slide over. I imagine myself pulling the other door handle and jumping out, but I know everyone here expects that. Surely the child lock is on and if I try to pull that handle, I will regret it. So, I sit there and watch as Logan gets in slamming the door.

Crossing my arms, I feel the car start and move away. When I take the time to look out the window, I realize that I’m not as far as I thought. I can see the helicopter pad of the hospital from here. We’re in some abandoned building that I never noticed before.

“You’re going to like my home.” Logan says, pulling me away from my own thoughts.

“I’d like my home better.” I mumble.

“Well, you can forget about all of that. While you’re with me, you will not work or go anywhere without me.”

“What!? I worked my ass off to get where I am and you’re making me throw it all away! No! I did not agree to this!”

“You agreed to be with me. You didn’t ask for f*****g fine print. You’re mine now and will do as I say.”

“I didn’t agree to be your prisoner, Logan.”

“Then what did you agree to? What did you think was going to happen between us, Alyssa? Did you think I’d fall in love with you?”

I don’t say anything because for some idiotic reason, that’s exactly what I thought. Logan showed me compassion in that room, even if it was for a moment. It’s stupid of me to see more than what was there. He was just playing me to get what he wanted. He knew just what to say and do to get me where he wanted me. And it worked. I can’t let him do this to me.

Tears stream down my face and Logan looks over at me.

“There’s no reason to cry, Alyssa. It’s not like I’m going to make you my slave. You will be well taken care of with me, but don’t think for one second that you will somehow escape. You aren’t above being killed, so, whatever is brewing in that brilliant mind of yours, I suggest you rid yourself of it now. Your fiancé is alive. You saved yourself from what would have been a dead-end marriage. You never have to work again. Most women would be thrilled to have this offer.”

“Yeah, until they realize that they are a well-taken care of hostage.” I sniff.

“Pros and cons, Alyssa. Everything has pros and cons. I suggest you look at the pros or you’re just going to waste time being miserable. I’d rather have you seem happy with me.”

“I could never be happy with you.”

Logan looks at me with a dry expression.

“Then fake it.”