Sold to the Pack Leader

2: Buh-Bye, Fam

I strutted down the stairs with the bags and set then in the living room.

My family was seated at the table. I just walked past and to the refrigerator, pouring me a glass of V8 Smoothy and grabbed a banana.

I quickly ate and brushed my teeth. By the time I was finished, the door bell rang. It's time.

I exited the bathroom and headed to the living room where there were three guys. The tallest one was easily a head taller than me with black spiked hair, strange red eyes, dark jeans and a white shirt.

When I entered, his eyes landed on me. Me. The hottest guy in the room was looking at me. Yay. I scolded myself mentally as dirty thoughts flooded my head.

My dad cleared his throat, signaling attention.

"Ashley, this is Zeeke, your owner," at the word owner , anger flooded his voice. Zeeke didn't seem to mind, though.

"Jason, Leo," he called to his friends. They approached him.

"Grab her bags. We're leaving." His voice was deep and commanding. Smexy. Dirty thoughts came in waves again and I pushed them back.

Jason and Leo grabbed my bags and headed outside. I hugged my family goodbye, they were tearing up. I didn't want to seem unfazed, so I pushed some fake tears. Just a few, so my makeup wouldn't smear.

As I hugged Jake he slid something into my pocket. From the feel of it, it was a knife. I nodded to him as I pulled away, letting him know I understood.

We left after that, and when I walked outside, I was greeted with one Lamborghini and a 76' Mustang. So hot... Them thoughts came in again, so I pushed them away again.

Zeeke led me to the Lamborghini, and I hopped in. The seats were leather and the interior was amazing. I was still admiring it when he slipped in and started the ignition. The beast roared to life and the sound was amazing.

Zeeke turned to me, his eyes still mesmerizing.

"Rule one: Don't try to escape," he started. I payed attention, not wanting to get killed. "Rule two: don't go anywhere without my permission. Three: don't tell me what to do unless I let you. Four: do what I say, when I say it." And with that, he turned back to the wheel and pressed the gas. We zipped out of there and we're soon on the road.

Unexpectedly, he reached out and rested a hand in my thigh. Electricity flowed from his fingers, sending butterflies to my core. Damn that's hot.

He looked at me as if dating me to slap him. Nope, not doing this. No break rules for me right now. His hand traveled farther up my thigh. Damn, damn, damn, hot, hot, hot. My face felt warm as he began to trail it back and forth. He pulled into a clearing in a wood.

I wasn't even paying attention to where we had went. Oh, joy! He's gonna kill me! He stepped out of the car and walked to the passenger side door to open it for me.

I cautiously stepped out, wondering why we were here. He laid his hand on the small of my back and lead me to the center of the clearing. The second we stopped, the ground erupted at our feet, causing me to fall backwards, straight into Zeeke.

A cave entrance had appeared Infront of us. I turned my head to look at Zeeke with a terrified look in my eyes. He smirked at me and led me into the cave. The floor slanted down, so I know we were underground.

We walked for what felt like hours in silence but had probably only had been ten minutes. Zeeke's hand had slid down to rest on my ass, and I was so tempted to backhand him.