John, your previous possessor, sold you to someone else for a large sum of money. To your new owner. You weren't worried at all. After all, no one could be worse than John.

You are in John’s driver’s car, currently on your way to your new home. Or rather, the home of your owner. You didn't know who your new possessor was. You only knew that he was filthy rich.

‘Please don’t let him be a creep,’ you thought, groaning to yourself. Your thoughts were abruptly cut off when the driver suddenly stopped the car.

He got out of the vehicle, opened the door for you, and took you to your new home. It was huge.

A blond man stood at the doorstep with a cigarette between his lips. He was wearing a black suit, with matching pants. He looked…young. Like he was in his twenties.

The driver accompanied you until you both reached the doorstep.

“Monsieur Scott, this is her: the captive.” The driver grunted out with a french accent, talking to…whoever the man in front of you was.

“Hm. Très bien, you may leave. The 200 thousand grands will be deposited to John, let him know that.” The young man muttered, his surprisingly husky voice sending chills down your spine.

And then it hit you. He wasn’t just some…attractive young man. He was 'Asher Scott', leader of the dangerous Scott network. He was known to be ruthless: no mercy was shown in the Mafia network.

The driver then hurried out, muttering some french words, before Asher’s gaze landed on you. His eyes trailed up your body, before settling on your face.

Was he checking you out?

Before you could argue, his hand gripped your chin tightly, pulling you closer.

“You aren’t a stubborn one, i hope?” he questioned, his grey eyes boring into yours.

“E-Excuse me- sir-” you were abruptly cut off as Asher declared, “You’ll listen to me and only me. Is that clear?” “Now, now. Come on in, ma chère.”