Harley's POV

"Come in." His deep chilling voice said as I stood at his office door. One of the maids immediately gave me a large cup of straight black coffee to give to Sir once I had made it up here. Anyone that drinks straight black coffee had to be demented.

As I grasped the golden knob to open the door, I tried to control my breathing, but I couldn't help it. I sounded like I just ran a marathon, by how hard I was breathing and how much I was sweating from nervousness. Deciding I shouldn't take too long to enter, I slowly opened the heavy wooden door and walked in. I know I had to be walking with a slight limp since these underwear were beginning to cut into my thighs. However, the overwhelming feeling of nervousness left me numb to the physical pain I was feeling. Just like every room in this mansion, Sir's office was enormous. Bookshelves filled with books crowded the walls, and there was a large yet stunning wooden desk in the middle of the room followed by black leather chairs in front of it. Sir was sitting behind the desk aggressively typing on a voguish desktop. He looked amazingly handsome similar to every time I'd seen him. I didn't think I'll ever get over his looks. I slowly walked up to his desk, waiting for him to look up, but he never did. "Set it down, please." He said, referring to the steaming cup of coffee in my hands.

"Y-y-yes, sir." I stuttered and shuffled towards him to set the cup down on the desk carefully. After a couple of seconds of just standing there in the suffocating silence, I opened my mouth again. "Do you need anything else, sir?" I asked politely, making him finally look up at me. I'm sure he didn't ask to see me only for a cup of coffee.

"Actually, yes." He said, finally looking up at me. His discerning green eyes looked me up and down, slowly scanning over my body quickly. His quick actions left a funny feeling in my empty stomach. "Take your clothes off." He said abruptly.

"E-excuse me?" I asked in confusion. Panic slowly but surely began to possess my mind. I was scared before but learning who these men exactly were caused another level of fear I wasn't ready for.

"I said, Take. Your. Clothes. Off." He repeated harshly, leaving a blunt pause between every word. "I already told you that I don't like repeating myself."

There is no way I was going to immediately follow his orders. I knew he would order me around tirelessly, but this was beyond anything I had expected. I didn't want to think about what he would do, but I couldn't help it based on the current situation. "But, why-"I began but was cut off almost as soon as I started talking.

"Do it." He said whilst running his hand through his slicked hair as he stood up and slowly walked towards me. My heart began to beat rapidly as I watched as he gradually unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up effortlessly. The skin on his forearm was completely uncovered, showing off his dark tattoos. From the look on his face and his dangerously looming walk, I couldn't buy myself any more time or refuse his request any longer.

Without another word, I placed either hand on each end of my shirt and gradually lifted the baggy black shirt off my body. His eyes never leaving mine as he continued to walk towards me. I took off my pants one leg at a time while at the same time trying to cover my exposed upper half. The B cup bra I was given hardly covered my breast, so I'm sure half my areola was exposed for anyone to see. I placed my arm over my breast while shifting uncomfortably in place. I didn't dare try and look up at him as he strolled up to me. He was so close I could smell his aromatic woodsy cologne. His scent and warmth evaded my nostrils and once cold body. My body unintentionally began to shake as I felt his finger slowly touch the hem of my underwear, right above my pelvis area. At that, I took a sharp intake of breath.

"Calm down," he said, more like a command than a way of comfort. Despite his, order I couldn't stop the violent shakes. I've never been naked in front of anyone, not even Avery. However, he wasn't aggressive that didn't stop fear from Invading my whole body. His hand and eyes moved down to my bottom, where he hooked his finger under the cloth and tugged at the fabric a little. What exactly was he trying to do? He then lifted his head to my chest and examined my chestal area. He moved his hands up to my arms, and without any words, he pried my hand away from my chest. I didn't even try and fight, as I knew that I would definitely lose that battle. A wave of heat began to rise through my body as he moved even closer to me. My mind started panicking even more. What was he going to do to me next? Was this it? Unintentionally tears began to prickle my eye. He placed his finger under the strap of my bra, moving it off my shoulder. I shut my eyes waiting for what I expected, but suddenly he pulled the strap back over my shoulder and stepped back, so he wasn't so close to me anymore. I opened my eyes at this point.

"Your underwear and bra don't fit." He said abruptly, walking away, leaving me dazed. "You look like you were suffocating under those clothes." He deadpanned

"Y-yes, they don't but I can breathe just fine." I breathed out harshly to silently prove my point. The warmth radiating from his body to mine was gone, and the embarrassment and coldness started to overtake me again.

"I'll get something that properly fits." he said, moving back to his desk.

"It's okay. I'm fine. You don't have to do that." I answered quickly.

"It wasn't asking, and It's not like you were going to ask anyone for the proper attire." He said with his back towards me. He was absolutely right; I was never going to ask for the correct size. "Also, don't flatter yourself too much. One of the maids will get some for you." He said as if he were disgusted by my reaction.

"Put your clothes back on before someone walks in here." he went back to typing on his computer as if nothing happened. I guess he was referring to Henry since he seemed to be the only one who regularly came here. Like a crazy person, I frantically put the clothes back along with my shoes. Now that I was clothed, irritation was growing in me instead of embarrassment. How could he so casually command me to do that then act as if it was nothing? As much as I just wanted to run out of here and bury my head under a pillow, I couldn't. I had to sit here in utter humiliation. It was infuriating. I wanted to curse at him and punch him, but I couldn't. I won't allow him to do such a thing like this to me again. I wasn't an outspoken or bold person, but I do when I need to speak up.

"You may go now. Tell the kitchen that I won't be having dinner here tonight." He finished as he got up from the seat he once occupied and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair.

"Yes, sir." I bit my tongue. While he moved to grab his phone, everything Rachel told me about her debt and leaving once it's paid off rushed back to me. Perhaps now it's the time to ask him for my reason for being here. I needed to know why I was experiencing this absurdity.

"But sir," I began.

"You really don't know how to listen, do you, Harley." He retorted nonchalantly while he moved to place some books on a shelf.

"I-I guess not," I answered, making him stop moving and bring his eyes up to mine slowly. His glare only made me want to hide, but my mouth had a mind of its own, and nothing was going to make me stop talking now. I was already in too deep.

"Well, what is it?" he asked, crossing his arms over his sculpted chest and sitting down at the end of the desk.

"Why am I here?" I stuttered, making him raise his brow. "I-I mean, did you guys really take me so that I could be your personal assistant? It seems like everything was planned when I was taken, but I can't believe that you all went through all this trouble just for me to be a personal assistant. Do I owe some kind of debt to you?" I rambled on until I forced myself to stop speaking. His eyes never left mine as I spoke, but he did sigh and sit all the way back while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Does there have to be a reason as to why you were taken? The fact of the matter is you were taken, and that is it." He spat with a deadly glare in his eye. However, I wasn't satisfied with that answer. I knew it was a lie. People get kidnapped every day, randomly, but it's mostly either sex trafficking, drug rings, ransom, or just for someone's own twisted desires, but this was different. It was a planned kidnap; it wasn't random.

"There is a reason why," I said softly, looking down at my hands instead of at him because I was scared at what his reaction would be. Whatever I was expecting didn't happen. Without saying anything, he softly cleared his throat as he got up from the desk and moved behind the desk once again, but he reached down to a drawer and pulled out a manila folder. I watched carefully as he smoothly licked the tip of his index finger to turn the pages in the folder more easily.

"Ruby Anderson? That was your mother's name, correct?" He asked, suddenly looking up at me.

"My Mother-" My eyes instantly widened.

"Correct?" he asked.

"Y-yes." I furrowed my brows. "W-why?" I asked frantically.

"and you live with your father and brother." He stated

"How do you know that?" I said with a tone of frustration and disbelief. "What's this all about?"

"You asked me why you're here, right?" he asked.

"Y-yes but-" I began, but he cut me off again before I could answer.

"So I'm telling you." He deadpanned then he began talking again. "Your mother and father used to be into some heavy stuff. Stuff you can only get from a specific type of person. My type of people." he chirped. This was beginning to make me feel sick. I felt like I was on a roller coaster, and it's been dropping for 10 minutes straight. I felt like my heart was beating in my throat. My father never told me what type of stuff he and my mom used. He never mentioned drugs to me. He never even told me what my mother overdosed on when she died. He has drilled into my mind since I was young to stay away from them at all cost. I remember when I went with Avery to Shadow Creek to meet some of her friends, and they all were smoking. I refused to participate as I knew my father would beat my ass if I even touched that shit, but I eventually gave in. Avery returned me home, tripping off my ass. My father almost gave himself a heart attack. He was crying and hyperventilating as if I just took a shot of heroin or something. I swore to him I'd never try anything like that ever again, even the smallest of drugs. "Drugs cost money, Harley. Your mother didn't have money, but she still wanted drugs."

"s-stop talking about her like that." I cried.

He continued despite my apparent protest. " She died before she could pay for all those expensive drugs she used."

"Why are yo-" I began, but again he started talking over me.

" I'm still running a business, Harley. Cartels are just as much a business as any other normal corporation." he ignored me and began walking towards me. " Someone needed to pay me the money I'm owed from your mother's expensive tendencies. Luckily, I found out she had a daughter that could pay off her debts in her favor." He was face to face with me at this point. Our noses were only centimeters from touching, and he yanked my face up, so I was looking into his eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut at the discomfort, allowing tears to stream down my cheek. His eyes were so fiery and intense it felt like he was burning holes into mine. "So yes, you do owe a debt to me." He spoke lowly now, just above a whisper. "Debt doesn't go away once you die. It's a cycle."

"P-please," I cried, my eyes still shut. Everything he was saying was finally computing in my head. Slowly but surely, it was all coming together.

"So by all means, if you don't want to be here.... leave." He smirked " but then the debt will move on to the next family member, and I know you don't want that to happen, right?" he asked softly. He spoke in such a gentle manner even though he was threatening the life of my father and brother.

"Did I answer your question?" He growled lowly making me flinch at his voice slightly at the sudden rise of volume. I closed my partially open mouth and swallowed, trying to moisten my dry throat. His eyes flickered all over my face till he opened his mouth to speak again. "Good." He released the hold on me but still stayed close. Before I could even respond, the door busted open, but I didn't even bother to look at who it was. I was too busy wiping the dried tears off my face.

"Boss, we must go. It getting late." the voice said. I recognized it immediately as Henry.

"See yourself out when your ready, Harley." is all he said before leaving out the door and alone in the darkness of his office.

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We learn a lot of things in this chapter, and we also have more conflict in this chapter. Lots of questions have been raised.

Was Sir wrong? How do we feel about him so far?

How are we feeling about Harley right now?

Any suspicions or predictions? —————— Hello!! So this chapter is kinda a short one. They will be longer in the future. Also, I wanna say thanks to whoever is reading and following my updates. It means a lot to me, and it gives me the motivation to keep going, even if it is only a couple of reads.

I want to add that if you find this chapter somewhat confusing or lacking in sense, EVERYTHING WILL BE EXPLAINED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER ISTG!! TRUST ME AND THE PROCESS!! I really want to give quality content the best way I know how.

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