CHAPTER FIVE

ETHAN'S POV

I woke up with a slight headache. As I opened my eyes, I looked around the room.

Where am I?

As I sat up and cleared my eyes, I noticed I was still in the same room I had been in. I sighed deeply and touched my body. It was at normal temperature. Plus I wasn't feeling any pain anymore.

At least I was not dead.

Just then, the door opened and Marco walked in.

“Youre finally awake.” he said as he walked towards me.

“I am not.” I said, “what happened?”

“You almost died.” he blurted out.

“Not that. I mean why am I alive?” I asked him.

“Because you can't die here. Don has to be the one to kill you or permit your death.”

“So he got me treated?”

“You ask too many questions.” Marco said, then he leaned in close and said, “if you want to survive here, you must learn to shut your mouth.”

I shuddered and moved back.

“I wasn't expecting him to get me treated.” I muttered under my breath.

Marco scoffed.

“Draven would only do so if it benefits him.”

I looked up to Marco with a narrowed brow.

He smiled. “You think he will take care of you because he values you.” He scoffed again, “we have a few hours left till you get sold off.”

My eyes widened. “Sold?”

“You're here as a collateral over your father's unpaid debt, so selling you would repay all the debt,” he explained.

My heart began to thud.

Was that what I have become? A good to be sold off to anyone?

“You have to get dressed. Your buyer will be here soon.” Marco said, “you have to make yourself worthy unless we won't get any sale. And if we don't get any, Draven's anger is not something you won't want to experience.”

***

“Get in.” Marco ordered when we got to the office.

I looked at him, wishing there was a way I could be free from all this.

“Get going!” he added in a stern tone.

I gulped hard and linked my palms together with a nervous feeling as I walked to the door. Then I held the handle and opened it.

Immediately I entered, I met two figures, sitting opposite each other. I looked down quickly and bit my lips as I stared at the jeans and shirt I was putting on.

“Who is he?” a strange man I had not seen before asked.

“The goods to be sold.” Draven announced like I was some special object.

When I looked at the man opposite him, I could see his eyes lingering at me. When he caught my eyes, he smirked.

“Do you think he can do hard work? He seems too soft.” the man said.

I looked at the young man with a scar on his face and felt my heart beat hard. He looked deadly, just like Draven. But Draven was a devil.

“He could work in your clubhouse as a playtoy.” Draven suggested.

What?

How could he suggest that?

Just then, the man stood up and strutted towards me, eyeing me like I was some sexy bitch. Then he stepped closer and brought his lips to my neck.

I flinched and moved back.

The man smiled and looked at Draven who was sipping his whiskey.

“He looks scared.” Then he turned back to me, “entertain me.”

“Entertain?” I repeated as I looked from the man to Draven.

“Do it.” Draven commanded.

He seemed to be enjoying the show.

“I can't. I haven't done that before.” I said bluntly.

Suddenly, Draven stood and walked to me. He stopped by me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You seem to have no fear for me.” he whispered into my ear.

My body shook.

“I don't want to do it…”

THINK! My brain screamed for the next word as Draven's eyes glared at me.

“What the fuck–”

“...with him.” I blurted out. “I don't want to do it with him.”

Draven paused, then his lips twitched.

Fuck! Think again!

If I wanted to save myself I had to act quickly.

All of a sudden, I yelped in pain and lost balance. Before I knew what was going on, I fell to the floor.

“He is too weak. I don't want him.” the man told Draven.

I quickly sneaked a peek at Draven and saw his jaws already clenched. He was so damn angry. But I would rather die than be shared among men.

“Marco.” Draven called, “see Vincenzo out.” Then he turned to the man, “I will get back to you.”

The man nodded and they walked away.

Once they were gone, I felt two strong hands pull me up from the floor.

“What do you think you're doing?” he asked in a thunderous tone.

“I–I–”

“Do you know how worthless you mean to me?” he questioned.

“I am aware, but I would rather die than do what you ask of me.”

“No, that would be a waste.” he said as he pinned me against the wall.

I looked at him and noticed his eyes were searching mine.

Was he looking for a reason to do away with me?

“Since you refuse, you will have to serve me...” He said with a smirk, “...as my playtoy.”

“What?”

“I will fuck you whenever I want and at anytime without any complain.” he told me.

“I–I can't do that.”

“Why?”

“I am not gay and even if I am, I can't have sex with someone who is as evil as you are. You don't deserve anything good!” I yelled, before receiving a strike to my cheek.

I fell to my knees, touching my cheek as my eyes went teary.

“This is my territory and you have to watch your mouth.” he warned. “Now, get out.” he ordered in a fierce tone.

***

DRAVEN'S POV

Fuck!

What was I doing?

Had I just let Ethan go away with the insult?

No one, not even my men dare to say something bad against me. But a mere young boy had said so and I had overlooked it?

“Who the hell was he to think he could get away with insulting me?” I questioned myself.

My mind went over what he had said and I felt a wave of anger resurface.

“I am evil?” I asked myself, then I scoffed.

“If I was evil, I would have had him killed the moment he refused to be touched. But I had kept him safe and even treated him and that is all he had to say?”

At that moment, Marco entered.

“Where is he?” I asked him.

“In his room. He wouldn't stop crying.”

“And his face?”

“Luckily for him, he didn't get any bruises. I guess you took it easy on him.” Marco said.

Well, I wasn't planning on punching him, I just had a quick reflex for that.

“What should we do now that Vincenzo rejected him?” Marco asked when I did not say anything. “Should I have him transferred to the clubhouse?”

“No!” I yelled.

Marco flinched.

When I observed his expression, I took a deep breath.

“Just leave him locked up for a few days till I figure out what to do next.” I told him.

“Yes, boss.”

“Did you put a trail on Bernard?”

“Yes, but there is nothing unusual.” Marco answered, “the investigation is still ongoing and I heard. They are seeking permission to access this place.”

Permit?

Someone was definitely spearheading this.

“We need to know who is behind this.” I told him, “Keep an eye out and make sure you report anything unusual.”

Marco nodded then turned to go.

“At least I forget, make sure Ethan is well fed. He needs to look healthy for his next job.”

“But he has refused to take anything.”

“Then have them feed him forcefully!” I yelled and watched as Marco scurried away.

How hard was it to handle him?!