I smile down at him, my foot lifting before stamping down on his cock, his ear-piercing cry causing everyone to look. Turning to Ethan, I smile. Why can't I always have this freedom? I feel my body thrown against the wall, the guy raising his fist.

"Mich! Where the fuck is he?" I watch as the guy steps back, Ethan pulling me back and pushing me down onto a chair. Moving, I try to stand up.

"Stay the fuck down! It's Bear." His eyes stay fixed forward. The whole place has gone quiet. Why? Who the hell is Bear? I go to move, his hand pushing me down again, and my anger grows. "Wolverson, Little Princess, while he won't know it is you if this marriage goes to plan, he will want me fucking dead."

I don't reply. I stay hidden behind Ethan, sitting on the chair. My eyes peer around him, falling on the guy. I watch as he walks through looking for this Mich guy. He is amazing, my eyes fixed on his body. He is wearing jeans and a leather jacket. The jacket is openly showing his tattoos. Who the hell doesn't wear a top? I watch as he stands next to someone who is sat.

The poor guy clearly shaking and looking like he realises this is the end of his life.

"Ethan, what is happening?" I stare at him, but he simply shakes his head back at me. Why the fuck is no one moving or talking? Bear takes off his jacket, handing it to the guy next to him.

"I got a call. Can you guess who?" He leans down over the guy who's still sitting—clearly, Mich has no idea as he is shaking his head.

"You're playing dumb? The queen of fucking Solace city." My body freezes, mum? I stare at Bear. Why the hell had my mum contacted them? I don't recognise this Mich guy at all. "When?" Bear leans closer. "When were you planning to do this secret mission, Mich? To take her and use her to get cash? To hide her in my fucking city!"

I stay sitting, even more shocked, he was going to take my mum. Why?

"I didn't do it! I walked in that fucking bar and watched her beat the shit out of three bikers, and I left! I didn't even fucking touch her." Mich finally speaks. He means me. He was going to fucking take me? I feel the rage build in me. Moving to stand, Ethan pushes me back down.

"Don't. Fucking. Move!" He glares at me. "Watch, little Princess, because soon, this is your life." His words snarled; my eyes go back to Bear as he stays leaning over this Mich guy who right now I want Bear to beat the fuck out of.

"Everyone in this city knows the arrangement. Everyone knows that she is not just another woman. Another way to gain money or a quick fuck! She is soon to be ours, and I guess Mich, you just made us aware we didn't make it clear enough. So now, I will." That is why Ethan was so scared when I made it out like we fucked. I watch as Bears fists swing down and hit the guy repeatedly. What the hell am I watching?

Sure, I fight, but this. This is beating the guy to death. I never meant to stab Jacob in the eye. It freaked me the hell out. I close my eyes, shaking my head as I can still hear his fists hitting Mich, the sound of his bones cracking making me feel sick. His screams slowly stop. My eyes open when the noise stops. He is still alive. I feel my body relax. I watch as Bear pulls a chair up, and places two glasses on the table and fills them.

Sitting, he drinks his. It is as if he didn't just beat a guy or that the guy's blood isn't covering his chest and hands! His eyes stay on Mich, although Mich can't precisely see much right now. His face is swollen, eyes closed, but his hand grasps the glass as he tries pouring the drink in his mouth, but even I can tell his jaw is broken. I stay watching as Bear leans over, whispering something to him. I look up at Ethan, his eyes peering down at me.

"Get ready, little Princess." His words almost laughed, ready for what? I turn back around just in time to see the knife swing down over Mich's hand. A scream escapes my mouth before I quickly cover it with my hand.

"Shit." Ethan mumbles as Bear turns to look towards us, my body still hid behind him. I watch as Bear walks towards us, Ethan moving away from me, turning I watch as he gets further away. Is he really fucking leaving me with this psycho?

"Who are you?" Bear stands looking at me, shit. That is why he is running. I open my mouth, but words fail to escape. Who the fuck am I? Come on, Emmi, name, think of a fucking name. I scream as his hand wraps around my neck, and he pulls me up. "Who the fuck are you? Because I haven't seen you before."

I glance towards where Ethan was, unable to see him. I feel Bear move, my eyes going back to him as he pulls the necklace, the locket in his hand as he opens it. My hand goes to grab it and stop him, but it is too late. His eyes stare at it for a moment, then come back to my eyes.

"Little lamb came to visit early." He smiles slightly, his finger stroking along my neck, his head turns. "Get Ethan. You know where to take him."

"No! It was me. I threatened to kill him. I swear he had no choice." I don't want Ethan in shit when he tried helping me. He was the only one to help. I know, though, my words are useless. Totally fucking useless because this Bear guy seems to think I am already his when I am no one's but my own.

Bear – Little Lamb

I stand peering into her eyes. She is scared for Ethan, which is sweet but unneeded because his fate will be far worse than Mich's. My eyes look across her body. Fucking perfection, her dress purposely smaller than needed to cause her breasts to flood out of the top. Her hips are perfect for grasping and god those lips.

Tainted red and plump, perfect fucking lips and all I can think about is kissing them, kissing them while my hands devour her entire body.

"Please, don't hurt him." I watch as tears fill her eyes.

Tilting my head, I smile. "Now, you have me wondering, little lamb. Why are you so upset that he will die? Has he touched you? Taken from you what he had no rights to?" I lean closer, my hand still wrapped around her neck. Fuck she smells like heaven. I feel my cock harden against my jeans. My eyes seeing the blood smeared on her neck from my hand. Now that is hot. Yet the pang of jealously somehow swells within me at the thought of Ethan touching her.

"No, he hasn't touched me. You're wrong. I have the right to give myself to anyone, to let them use me in any way!" She glares at me, which makes me laugh, so feisty, yet her body is trembling against my touch, and I can see the fear in her eyes.

"Is he dead yet?" I glance back towards where Mich is. I see someone shake his head. "Then cut the other hand off and let this be a warning. No one goes near my little lamb." She looks at me, shocked, her hands fighting against me.

"I am not your little lamb!" Her foot stamps on mine at the same time as her head swings forward and hits my nose. Smiling, I look at her.

"You can fight little lamb, but you're mine." I watch her eyes widen, and I hear the slam of the knife against the table. "And if you don't play nice, that will be you." Again, I watch as her eyes somehow widen, even more, hearing my words. Something inside of me tugging and hard seeing that defiant look on her face. The look that tells me she is about to fight so good and hard just to see if it does, and god, if it doesn't, send a jolt of electricity through my body and make my cock harden. I groan slightly, my eyes looking at those perfect lips again. Every part of me begging to kiss them, to fuck her mouth with my tongue until she forgets how to breathe until her mind is so consumed all it wants is that kiss to move down her slender body and between her legs.

Groaning, I snap back. "You're staying here tonight, little lamb, I can't take you home tonight, and I don't trust anyone else to."

"Fuck you!" She sneers her words at me before punching me, which only makes me grin more and her eyes widen. "You fucking psycho!" She has no idea. My little lamb has no idea.

"Come on, little lamb, sleep and then I will make sure you get home tomorrow bright and early, ready for Saturday's party." She now looks at me, confused. She has no idea, does she? I laugh slightly.

"How do you know about the party?" Oh, maybe she does know about the party but doesn't know what it is for or the party's purpose.

"Because it was created for us, little lamb, to come to claim what is ours. To finally meet you, to bring you home with us. If not, then I guess Jamie comes to this city and learns the ways of the Wolverson's." Her brother is the second option, I know Jamie well, and he won't last in this city. He plays the bad guy over there, but everyone knows when it comes to dealing with people, he does it behind closed doors because he doesn't. Jamie plays the role well, but once those doors are closed, it is no secret he keeps his hands clean, he doesn't even watch those people he orders to death die, no he tells his little people to do it and then pretends he is strong enough to.

"Saturday?" She stammers, looking at me, shocked.

"Yes, little lamb, so you need your beauty sleep, and I have a friend to deal with. I promise nothing untoward will happen." Turning, I begin to walk back through. "Someone clean up Mich and his mess." I turn back to her, watching as her eyes stay fixed on me. "Come, little lamb, don't make me ask again because I won't." I watch as she steps forward, slowly following me out. Stopping at the car, I open the door for her, her eyes on my chest. I can see she has questions but is holding them back. Closing the door once she is in, I walk to the driver's side and drive back to my place. Soon to be hers. I need to stop. I am saying she is mine when in fact, she isn't.

She gets to choose one of my brothers to marry or me. Of course, she could choose the loving Dante, although I know he won't let her near him. No doubt he will be a cold-ass cunt and push her away every chance he gets. She seems crazy, which I love, but Gunner is crazier than me, so maybe he will match her, and she will choose him? I guess Zane, if she goes for the quiet types, that is the brother she will fall for, quiet but one angry motherfucker when he is set loose.

"Why do you want me?" Her soft velvet voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

"It's not about wanting little lamb, it is about a deal, and if we don't collect on that deal, the cities will see us as weak. Don't get me wrong, I want you, I want to see your body tremble beneath mine in pleasure, but this arrangement no matter what has to be upheld." I explain it to her so she can understand while making her aware I don't want her, not in marriage. Still, I do want her in my bed, in my kitchen, my bathroom, hell even on the garage floor, which I am pulling into now. She doesn't reply, just sits quietly. So, getting out, I open her door waiting, watching as she stays sitting.

Fucking brat. "Out, little lamb," I order while glaring down at her, watching as her arms fold across her chest and fuck if it doesn't just make my cock jump to attention seeing her breasts pushed higher and spilling out of that dress more. Groaning, I pull her from the car, and she screams, fighting against me. Wrapping my arm around her, I throw her over my shoulder and stride to the lift. Scanning the card, I step in and press the button. I guess it is time for my brothers to meet my little lamb. Walking out of the lift, I am instantly in the large foyer. Gunner grins at me, seeing my little lamb. I need to stop with that. She isn't mine. Yet!

"I see you brought me a toy." Gunner stands striding towards me.

"Not a fucking chance, meet our little lamb, Emmi, who snuck past the checkpoint." I place her down, her eyes falling on Gunner, and I watch as her body trembles, and she pushes herself into me. So, she is scared of him? I want to laugh slightly, partly because she does well be scared of him.