Chapter 3:
Good Girl:
"That's insane," she said, but her voice came out breathless.
"Is it? You're already owned, just not by someone who values you properly. The Athletic Commission owns your ability to fight. The underground leagues own your earning potential. The system owns your future." Adrian reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers warm against her skin. "At least if you belong to me, you'll be treasured."
Zara knew she should pull away from his touch. Should stand up and walk out of this penthouse and never look back. But something about the way he looked at her, the way he spoke about owning her like it was the most natural thing in the world, made her feel weak in the knees.
"I'm not some pet you can collect," she said, but there was no real conviction in her voice.
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