Chapter 11

• "Right then, little sister," Donny responded, slowly removing his jacket and folding it over the back of a chair. "Let's get a few things clear about what is required of you given that you're ours."
• "Yours?" Blair uttered it, the one word bouncing about in her thoughts like it didn't know what to do with itself. "What are you talking about? "I'm not your property."
• "You are ours." Donny unfastened his right cuff and carefully folded his shirt sleeve. Once. Twice. At least three times. Forearms covered in black hair reveal tendon-rich forearms. He wore an expensive-looking silver watch and had noticeable veins on the back of his hand.