Chapter Four

KEITH

It would be a shame if I didn't bring the pretty little bunny with me, so I did.

Maybe fate brought her into my hands this time and I don't want to let the opportunity slip.

Although I'm surprised to see her here.

I watched as she staggered as they led her away from the selling podium.

She looked idiotic in those heels and I turned to Saint as he clicked his tongue watching her too.

"So what do you intend to do with her? That's a lot of money and as your best friend I oppose" He remarked.

"You forced me to come here, remember? Whatever I choose to do with my money is none of your business" I stated coldly and he raised his hands in an 'I surrender' way.

"I'm just saying if you are going to spend so much on a bitch just because she has good tits, why not go to a strip house. One hundred and fifty million is a lot and I know you, you don't do shit like this for a random reason" He pointed out, this is why I liked him from the first time we did business together, nothing gets past him.

The truth is I was a bit fascinated by the green eye beauty since I saw her, funny how I thought I would never see her again.

I remembered that day at the wedding, I watched my useless excuse of a father from afar smiling at the new toy he married then I saw the girl with ginger hair and green eyes.

I was immediately captivated by her beauty and I was going there to crash the wedding and put bullets in Edward's brain for thinking he could replace my mother, and even dared to invite me.

The fucking piece of trash.

But I stopped, for some unknown reason I knew if I went there I wouldn't be sparing my beautiful step-sister, that was the plan after all, to kill them all.

I didn't go through with the plan, I waited and watched her from afar.

Stalked her until I took over the clan, I got busy with business, and becoming the Capo of Heathens clan I didn't have time to follow a nineteenth-year-old girl around.

I wonder if she knows who I am. Of course, she must have heard of me once or twice. The media would do anything to bring me up if it's crime-related yet their securities will bark and lick my shoes if I ask them all because of money.

"The strip house doesn't have virgins" I replied walking towards the exchange room while my men followed from behind me and I ignored everyone who bowed as I walked past them.

Five years ago I was an underdog on the streets before Don Quavo adopted me, whatever he said he saw in me was indeed true and all he thought me made me who I am today, I'm sure he would approve this from hell, the fucker didn't live long enough to see me ruling his empire.

As grateful as I am for him taking me in, I still didn't hesitate to pull the trigger on his skull when he crossed the line.

Everyone still thinks it was a rival gang, little did they know I killed him myself.

"You are right, I didn't know you had a virgin kink you dirty bastard" Saint chuckled.

I don't.

Nothing annoys me more than tight pussies.

"When you are done with her let me know so I can have a taste too" He added and I halted.

Then slowly turned to him whatever he saw on my face made him move away, "Don't you even dare" I warned and veered at the sound of heels clicking on the tiled floor.

Madeline and her crew approached me and the ugly hag smiled at me in what I think was an attempt to flirt, "Mr. Von, I never thought there would be a day I would see you in my auction house" She grinned, stretching her right hand for a handshake but I ignored her letting Cain, my second in command, shake her hand instead.

"We are currently preparing her, she is a bit unstable you see but most of the girls here are like that too," She said and I fought with the urge to snap her neck like a twig.

"I don't need you to prepare her, just give her to me already" I signaled Cain and he dropped the bag of cash on the ground.

The guy beside her picked up the bag and unzipped it before nodding at her, she smirked at me.

"I know you are eager to have her but it's a procedure for us to prep them up first before handing them over to their masters" She beckoned at another and he left instantly.

I tried to keep my cool as the door opened and she was being dragged by that fucker who hit her before when I came in, she was dressed in a tight short black dress much better than the skimpy dress they made her wear earlier.

He forcefully pushed her towards Cain and I lost it. I didn't think twice when I pulled out my glock and shot the piece of shit on his head.

Blood spattered on the wall as his lifeless body dropped on the floor and Mia screamed while Madeline pursed her lips like she was holding back her anger. I raised an eyebrow at her urging her to say something so I could use it as an excuse to kill her too.

I won't mind killing them all, they are disposable.

"Well that's a wrap, our business ends here Mr. Von" Madeline forced a smile, her eyes drifting to the dead body on the ground.

"Tell Russo I will pay him a visit," I said referring to her boss and she chuckled nervously.

"Of- of course, thank you for stopping by" She replied and bowed, her goons did the same and I grabbed Mia's hand, surprisingly she didn't struggle with me as I led her away from them.

When we got to the parking lot Cain opened the car door for her but she remained rooted to the spot.

"Get in" I ordered and she shook her head and the wind swept her ginger locks backward.

"Not until you tell me where you are taking me to" She retorted and Saint snorted before getting into his car.

"Get in, Mia. Don't let me repeat that" I gritted out angrily, there were a lot of questions I wanted to ask her.

Why and how the fuck is she here?

She could have been sold to those old bastards or worse taken out of the country, her puffy pink lips parted and I imagined those lips wrapped around my cock.

"I-"

I shoved her inside the car ignoring her utterances. I shut the door and then hopped in through the other side.

"Where are you taking me?! Let me go!" She yelled, hitting my chest and I caught her skinny hands.

"If you don't stop acting like a brat I will find ways to shut you up" I threatened and she froze looking down at the glock tucked inside my jacket.

"Who are you?" She sniffed, lifting her gaze, there was something about her glassy eyes that made me hard.

Even if I know it's wrong to think of her like that because she is my step-sister who is seven years younger than me, my obsession for her runs deep and it started at that fucking wedding, all those years of watching I never thought there would be a day I would have her like this with me.

I also have no plans of letting her go.

I bought her so she will serve me.

"Your master, I own you now and you will do well to remember that if you want to stay alive"