The Ghosts had been invited to a wealthy man’s home for new years after they’d helped him get the federation off his back.

They were having a lovely time until the man called for you. An emancipated man who’d been sold to him to do whatever he pleased.

You brought out the meals and Kick was horrified at the marks on your body and the shackles on your wrists. You were made to stand in the room and watch them eat while obeying any orders.

Kick spent a lot of the time looking at you and you were looking at him. He couldn’t leave you here, he already felt attached to you.

“How much for the sweet boy?” Kick asked the man before they left gesturing to you willing to buy you to save you.