Chapter 2

Meeting Adrian’s teasing gaze, I walked over and slipped my hand through his arm.

"Mr. Cross, it's getting late. Shall we head out?"

Adrian raised an eyebrow, not pulling away.

He led me straight toward Julian. "I'm taking her. As for that shipment, move it after ten tonight. I guarantee it'll clear customs without a hitch."

"Much appreciated, Mr. Cross."

Julian leaned lazily against the bar, raising his glass in a casual toast, making no move to stand or say goodbye.

So it was all for that shipment.

Trading me for millions in illicit cargo was indeed a profitable deal.

I gave a self-deprecating smirk. The little orphan girl from the curb really had a hefty price tag.

It wasn't until we settled into the stretched Rolls-Royce that Adrian spoke in a slow drawl.

"You still have a chance to get out."

"No need," I said, exhausted.

Adrian scoffed. "Quite the dutiful little lapdog, aren't you?"

"A good dog is always loyal. Whoever holds the leash is who she lives for. Besides, your car is far more spacious than Julian's."

I smiled. I laughed at my own delusions, at Julian’s cold heart, and at the fact that to these powerful men, I was nothing more than a well-trained pet.

Maximum utility.

Even when discarded, my remaining value had to be squeezed dry.

Whatever I said struck a nerve, because Adrian suddenly lunged forward, pinning me against the seat.

His large hand clamped lightly around my throat, instantly cutting off my breath.

I simply smiled and let my arms drop limp at my sides.

"Why... why aren't you fighting back?"

Surprised, Adrian let go.

He was stunned by my complete lack of any survival instinct.

"I belong to you now. Whatever you choose to do with me is your decision. I'll just comply."

Adrian backed off, dropping heavily into his seat, and barked out, annoyed, "Drive."

The car pulled up to a massive countryside estate, where a butler opened my door.

It was the first time anyone had ever waited on me like that.

With Julian, opening doors for others had always been my job.

Adrian stayed in the car, merely rolling down the window to tell me, "You aren't a dog. People ought to live for themselves. Everyone does."