Chapter Eight

Madonna's face paled, losing all colours...

"I don't understand."She feebly shook her head, taking a short glimpse down at the document by the bed before her gaze stirred back to the man. Meanwhile, Savannah creased her nape; already having the knowledge of what was about going on.

"The triplets seemed to have came to an agreement and has decided that for you to stay here; you have to sign that contract that will dim you as their stripper to guarantee your lifetime stay under their roof."the man explained, the tag by his suit reading the name, Asher Dawson; the pack's lawyer.

"Look Mr Asher-"Madonna began, her lips pulsed to speak as she attempted inching closer to him.

"Miss, Madonna. The guards are right outside incase you want to object to the idea. They are there for a reason which is to throw you out. Miss, you can please cooperate or use the door."His voice came so sharply, cutting her off from any further talk.

Savannah moved closer to her, rubbing a hand down her back assuring