Angels POV
I hear as Julian walks up the stairs.With every creaking sound of the stairs.I turn in bed and pretend to be asleep.I had to unlock the fucking door since I share a room with the fuck head.To be honest my living conditions arent bad.
I have a closet fully stocked with designer clothes.A vanity that every girl would die for.And a rather attractive guy by my side.
With having everything I could have wished for it still pisses me off.The fact that my dad could sell me off with just the sighing of his signature.My mom would never have allowed this.Never.
A knock from the door lets me jump because of the sudden noise .
"Ms Stathoulis, Mr.Stathoulis requests your presence in his office immediately"a voice I recognize as Ades rings in my ears.
"Well you can tell Mr.Stathoulis he can go fuck himself.And call me Angel Im nothing of that prick you call boss."
In an instant the door bursts open.Ade rushes over to me picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder.Im too exhausted to fight him so I just slump over his shoulder.Not giving a fuck who sees my black lacy panties since im still dressed in Julians black dress shirt.
We walk through two wooden doors entering a huge office.To my left are book shelves.To my right are photos and among other things trophies.
"Thank you Ade.Put her down on the seat and leave"
Im thrown onto a leather chair.Making eye contact with Julian instantaneously.
He sits froward entangling his fingers with each other.
"Why do you fight me?"
I ignore him
"I took the liberty of telling your sweet daddy about your harming escapades"
Still ignore him
"In the contract that your father and the rest of the club signed you need to give me a son"
What the fuck
The color drains my face.My palms become sweaty.
"I have to give you a kid?"
"Thats what I said"
"But I mean.I cant.I cant have kids...the doctor told me because of the drug -wait why am I explaining myself to you" I stifle a laugh
"You can indeed reproduse. I had you tested personally"
"Your telling me you had some stranger stick some probe up me!"
"Yes.Turns out your extremely fertile"
"I wont"
"You will.It came with the contract babe"
YOU ARE READING
Anarchy Angel
Teen FictionA bikers tale .About a daughter of a well known biker president.Who he gives away to a mafia boss .She is hardeaded and broken He is broken and demented. Sometimes you can fix another broken thing with your broken pieces.
