“Aah”, Delaine groans, her head hurt like hell. She stretched out, her eyes squinting with distress.

There isn’t a blindfold on her eyes anymore so she can see perfectly clearly.

Her head spins when she takes in her surroundings. ‘What the hell am I doing on a plane ?’, Delaine thought.

She stills when her gaze falls upon the man sitting right in front of her, he was the same man who’d handed her mother the money.

She felt instant hatred for him.

“You’re up.” He blankly says, putting down his newspaper.

“Am I being flown to Mexico ?” Delaine asks, her voice trembling.

She knew this much that the hub of the Santiago’s business was in Mexico.

But he just ignores her, “Come, my boss wants to meet you and he doesn’t like to be kept waiting, you’ll do good to remember that.”

Delaine saw no point in arguing, there was no way she was escaping now. Several men in the same black suits lined the seats of the plane.

But jumping out of an airplane would hurt much less than being a whore for the rest of my life, Delaine thought, feeling completely hopeless.

Untying her hands, her transporter leads her through the luxurious plane which must be worth millions, “Here she is boss.” He announces, still holding her one arm.

Delaine notices that they’ve entered into a bigger compartment of the plane.

“Bring her here.” She hears a deep, husky voice come from the man seated with his back to her in the biggest seat , surrounded by a couple other smaller seats which were occupied by several of his men.

“Come on Carter, bring her here.” A blonde and quite buff man spoke up from beside his boss.

“This is a feisty one, boss.” He comments, licking his lips as he stares at Delaine. His supposed boss just scoffs.

Her heart starts thudding against her chest when the man who she now knew as Carter leads her to stand in front of his boss.

Aspen looks up from the file in his hand, expecting to see a giggly, horny girl who was sold by her family because the thought of being a sex-slave was fascinating to her.

A sinfully beautiful girl with gloomy eyes and a tear-stained face was the last thing he expected to see.

Delaine’s head jerked up from looking down when she heard a sharp intake of breath.

Her eyes grew even more terrified when she realized who it was who was supposed to be her trainer.

She recognized him from the news and from the covers of tons of magazines.

He was rumored to be even more cruel than his father and the statement spoke a lot for itself because Carlisle Santiago was a cruel, cruel man.

Her body shivered at the way his eyes kept raking up and down her.

“Did any of you touch her ?” He says through his teeth.