Chapter 8

MARK

"What the fuck?!" she screamed like a wounded animal. Well, she was wounded, and her thrashing around was making her bleed more. "What the hell do I look like?! A fucking item on a store's shelf?!"

I swear, June was never this feisty. I always concluded that June was the most troublesome and spirited person I would come across in my lifetime, but... how wrong I was.

This redhead was nothing but pure trouble. And while it annoyed me, there was a small part of me (a very small part) that wanted to calm her down and hear what she had to say.

But doing that, especially now, was just... impossible. Eric or his perverted men would never see me succumb to a woman.

"Name your price," I said to Eric while sizing the redhead up. She would be of no use in my house, and that was what confused me the most. If she would be useless, then why the hell did I want her?!

"You fucking psycho!" she spat from the distance. I could see coals in her irises, blazing-hot red coals that amazed me. "Just wa