Prt. 1

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"I'd rather be your enemy
Than any friend you think I would be"

Prt. 1

Logan Pov

I looked around the velvet walls, trying to figure out were. I was at, slowly turning my head to the right I watched as two men comes inside the room - one with dyed honey blonde the other natural brown, both with the same Golding light brown skin.

"What time is Ant coming?" Blonde one said looking at his exceedingly white and gold watch.

"In five minutes"

"Bring in the other girls" the blonde haired male said

The other male left , out the room leaving me and this male alone together in the room.

"I didn't know you was awake" he smiled looking at me

"Yeah,whatever why the fuck am I here?" I asked bluntly, seeing about five girls being put inside the room.

"Looks like somebody is feisty" the other one laughed they looked as if they was brothers.

"You'll find out" he smirked sitting down on a chair.

I watched as a male and a female came inside the room, the male wore a black suit it fitted him perfectly, his shades covered his eyes, the female wore a fitted navy blue dress and her hair was beyond curly with a ginger color with it.

They sat besides each other on their thrones.

"Stand up" he spoke sternly, his voice was really stern. It had a thick vibe that went with it , but I didn't scare me not one bit.

I stood up looking at him, trying to figure out what his eyes looked like through them shades, I wanted to read him and expression but I couldn't.

I observed his face reading his tattoo on his side burns that said - self made, wondering what that meant.

"Strip" he spoke again that voice, I watched as the females stripped. While I stood looking at everybody like they was crazy.

He got up out his seat, walking towards me. Was I supposed to be scared of him or something.

"You strip to" he spoke his accent coming out clearly, he was from the south you could tell.

"And who are you?" I looked at him, up and down.

He looked at me pleased and shocked, as if he wasn't never talk to with a tone or smart comeback.

He smirked at me before whispering in my ear "your worst nightmare" walking out the door he yelled "session over all rank three"

I couldn't help but stare at everything and everybody I didn't know what the fuck I was in and I damn sure don't know how the fuck I was getting out this shit.

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