Eight
As soon as Harry's men locked the door after we entered I knew this was more than just a business discussion.
It was confirmed when one of his men started to tie my hands to the chair .
"Wait what are you doing " I scream trying to resist him . "Harry what the f**k" I stare shocked at the man standing in the corner of the room with a satisfied look on his face.
"You know he told me to stay clear from you " he walks over tucking a fallen piece of hair behind my ear . I shake my head at an attempt to get his hands off me
"But you were right there I couldn't resist " he carries on walking around me with a predatory gaze.
What the f**k is this. He's a club owner not the leader of the mafia.
Suddenly I begin to laugh
No joke I actually start to laugh out loud really in his face .
