Agreed

Evelyn's Point of View

My jaws clenched, grinding together, now my gaze on him. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my sharp tongue under control; I might say something I'd regret later.

An ugly twist stretched on his lips, his gaze not leaving mine. "Well, I'm not quite impressed with your profile, but you make quite a good slut. I'd like to make you my personal whore." My muscles and veins strained against my skin, adrenaline rushed through my entire body, and as much as I wanted to control my emotions, I couldn't. I balled my hand into a fist and lifted it, connecting it with his cheek. His jaw turned sideways, a smirk stretching on his lips.

"Just because I'm helpless doesn't mean I deserve to be a whore," I retorted sternly, my gaze now glaring at him. "Kill me if you have to, but I'm not becoming your whore." He let out an amused chuckle.

"No woman has ever raised their hands on me, which means you have to pay for it." His tone was now stern. "Either you get married to me or I'm going to kill your whole family."

My eyes widened at his words, my stomach twisting with dread. He must have lost his mind. Why the heck should I get married to him? I didn't even know him, for heaven's sake. He can't just spout nonsense like that.

"What makes you think I'd get married to a guy like you?" I threw him a questioning gaze. I'd rather die than marry this man. I've heard the worst stories about him, and none of it was pleasant, especially how he hates women. I wouldn't risk my life by staying with him; I'd rather die here and now.

Arthur let out a snort, amusement dancing in his eyes. "The game has changed." His eyes lit with dark mischief. "You either get married to me or I'm going to kill your whole family. You know I can do it, right?"

A shiver of chill ran down my spine, my breath coming out ragged. He can't possibly kill my parents, right? This man was crazy. I don't know why I left my brains at home and listened to Jax. I shouldn't have messed with this maniac; he was insane, and now I'm paying the price.

"Do you think you can find my parents so easily?" I scoffed, trying to hide my fears. He was a jerk, and seeing me so scared was giving him so much satisfaction. "If you think so, then think again because you won't find them easily."

"Cape East, street 4, house number 3250." My eyes widened in shock as one of Arthur's guards spoke. How did they even know my parents' address? It was out of this city. Just how powerful was this jerk?

Arthur chuckled as he ran his gun over my cheek, his eyes piercing through my soul. My pulse raced as I stared right into his eyes. "I have a better deal." I challenged him . I still have some reputation to save. I definitely can't become someone's whore, no matter what. I deserve better than that.

"Nice try, but you don't get to negotiate with me. I make the rules, and you obey like a good little slut." His words were stern and sharp, dripping with sarcasm.

I balled my hand into a fist, my eyes locked with his. "Yeah, sure, you must be a manwhore to recognize a slut." I shot back. "Sparing my life would be the worst decision you could ever make. You are going to regret it."

Arthur pointed the gun at my throat, raising my face. "Is that a threat?" His voice was now low and husky.

"That's your decision to make." My nostrils flared. "Do you take it as a threat or a warning, but there's one thing I know. I'm a woman of my words." Arthur burst into laughter, his laughter cold and dark, sending a shiver down my spine. I might be acting strong in front of him, but deep down, fear coursed through my veins. Who wouldn't fear him?

"You have ten seconds to make your decision, Little Thief." His expression turned stern again, and he was now staring into my eyes. I swallowed painfully hard. I can't involve my family in my mess. I've already disappointed them with my job, and getting them killed wasn't fair either. Even though my mom has passed away, my dad has always been good to me. My stepmom was good to me too; she loved me like a mother would. I won't be able to live with myself if I bring harm to them.

"Fine." I spoke through my gritted teeth, causing Arthur to let out a chuckle.

"Good choice, Little Thief." I rolled my eyes at his words, trying hard to keep my mouth shut. I won't get married to him. I'd rather die than marry this cold jerk. I'd find a way to escape, and I was going to succeed at any cost.

"Take her to the car." Arthur instructed his guards, and they held me by my arms as they made their way back to the farmhouse.

I was left in a small room, purely made of wood. In the middle was a small bed, and a white curtain hung over the window with a small couch near the bed. It was quite small, but that was the least of my problems. I had to get out of here as soon as possible.

Luckily, two doctors were sent to remove the bullet from my leg and care for my wound.

I gritted my teeth as they removed the bullet from my leg, a sharp pain cutting through my skin, blood dripping out.

I should be getting used to bullets by now, but the pain was just unbearable. Luckily, they finished quickly.

"Can you please lend me your phone? I'd like to call my dad; he has been in a terrible accident, and I don't know his condition." I lied through my teeth.

"I'm sorry about your dad, but I can't give you my phone. Mister Madison will kill me if I decide to help you." I let out a frustrated sigh. Obviously, no one was going to lend me their phone here. I needed to make another plan.

"You can tell me which hospital your father is in, I can..." I threw a deadly glare at the doctor before she could finish her sentence.

"Just get the heck out of here." I snapped. She quickly picked up her bag and left the room with her colleague.