Chapter three: A pawn in an unknown game

Aurora's POV

Lord Logan's gaze was intense, piercing, and I felt like I was drowning in its depths. i felt irritated at the way he was staring, it made me want to dig my hands into his eyes then run off. I know i can't stay and add to leave, but how. He's always keeping his eyes on me leaving me with no choice but to stay rooted beside him.

“What do you think you are doing here?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

"You are nothing but a poor, insignificant girl from the countryside. What makes you think you are worthy of being in my presence?"

I was lost for seconds, has he gone nuts or what? he bought me and brought me here what was I suppose to do? I felt a sting from his words, but I refused to look away. I stood tall, meeting his gaze with a spark of defiance.

"I'm here because my parents sold me to you," I replied, my voice steady. "I also did not want to be here or in your presence I just didn't have a choice, and if my sight disgust you that much just let me go. I know how to get rid of myself." I didn't know were the confidence came from but I regretted it immediately. I was not allowed to reply my owner. I feared he might hit me again or worse. I wanted to apologise to him but my stubborn sell won't.

Lord Logan's expression didn't change, but I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. It was a spark of interest, perhaps, or curiosity mixed with a strong killing intent that made me cold in the spine.

“Ah, yes," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The infamous sale of the poor, innocent girl to the ruthless lord. How...quaint."

I felt a surge of anger at his words, but I bit back my retort. I knew better than to cross Lord Logan. I just stood before him and let him belittle me, afterall I have been reduced to nothing when I was sold by my birth parents. Also arguing with him won't change anything I just have to find a way out of this hell.

I overheard his servants gossips when I was being brought in and with the discussion he just had with his assistant, I new he was a mafia Lord. That's why his name seems familiar, putting all this piece of information together he was the ruthless mafia Lord in town, Logan Drew. A man greatly feared by all.

His reputation preceded him to be rude, ruthless, and merciless. Now, standing face to face with him, I realized the rumors were true. He was a heartless monster who only care about his gain. This realization of who he was made me want to run away immediately, I don't know how but I know I can't stay here, I don't belong here. Lord Logan's words cut deep through my thoughts and bring me back from my reverie, his sarcasm stinging like a whip.

"You are just a pawn in a game you don't understand," he sneered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "A game where you'll do exactly as I say, or face the consequences."

Yes he was right I was a pawn in this dirty game I don't even understand. I was never clear about the doings in the mafia world, and here I found myself entangled in this sinful world of the mafia.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as Lord Logan took a step closer, his presence suffocating. I tried to stand tall, but my heart was racing, and my knees felt like jelly.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I stepped away from him.

Lord Logan's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Oh, I think you'll find out soon enough," he said, his voice dripping with menace.

With a subtle press of a button on his desk, the door swung open, and two maids glided into the room. Their movements were silent and efficient, their faces expressionless.

"Take her to her quarters," Lord Logan instructed, his voice dismissive. "See that she's prepared for dinner."

"Don't touch me" I yelled but my words fell on deaf ears as the maids moved to either side of me, their hands grasping my arms with a firm but gentle grip. I felt a surge of resentment at being handled like a child, but I was not able to resist them.

As they led me away, I caught a glimpse of Lord Logan's face, his eyes still fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. I shivered, despite myself, and let the maids guide me out of the room.

The maids escorted me up the stairs, leading me to a lavishly decorated room. Without hesitation, they began to undress me, their hands moving swiftly and efficiently. I felt a deep sense of embarrassment wash over me. I had never changed in front of anyone before.

"Stop!" I protested, trying to push their hands away. "I can do it myself."

But they didn't respond, their faces expressionless as they continued to strip me of my worn clothes. I couldn't help but wonder if they were trained to ignore my protests or if they were simply deaf to my pleas.