Your life was a great example of luxury. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. You got everything you wanted with just a word. Your parents were wealthy and prosperous. But fate had other plans for your future.

You were walking home after a party at your friend's. That's when you were punched in the back of your head, unconscious. You were then shifted to a black van.

It has been a week now. The men who gave all of the girls food there, including you kept talking about their ‘boss's arriving soon to deal with the girls. You were terrified.

The door slammed open, making you look up. The men walked in, holding their guns like treasure when you noticed an unfamiliar man walk in. He was beautiful, with whiskey brown eyes and dark hair, like the devil in disguise.

“I don't have all day.” He started dryly, his voice lacking emotion as he lit a cigarette, not even bothering to look up at the girls. He didn't look like a gangster, taking his expensive suit and watch in mind.