Sitting there with six pairs of eyes on me makes me feel very uncomfortable. Conner picks up a shot and downs it in one gulp.

"You said your name is Shay?" his blue eyes pierce through me.

Dropping my head, "Yes, sir. My full name is Shaylee, but my friends call me Shay."

"I like that name," he smiles, seeing that I am very nervous. His voice has a thick accent to it as he talks.

"May I ask where you are originally from? You have a very nice accent."

"We are from Italy originally. Born and raised there, then moved here when we got older. Zane's parents still live there, but we wanted to move here and live on our own" Conner looks at me as he tells me where they are from.

"Are you all friends or brothers?" seeing they don't look anything like each other.

Noah slides forward on his seat. "We are lifelong friends; we have known each other since we were little. Our families are very close, and we grew up together."

"I guess that was nice, always having someone to play with?" fiddling with my fingers slowly.

"We were around each other every day. Zane's parents are......" he trails off and does not finish the sentence. I look at him, and he shakes his head as I turn my attention to the murderous look Zane has in his eyes.

Looking down, I see that their drinks are out, and I go to stand up.

"Where are you going" Zane has a mean and demanding look on his face.

"You are out of drinks; I was going to go and get more for you."

"Not tonight, my love; you are to stay here to talk with us some more, and then I also want to get to know more about you."

"Why do you call me that? It is not my name."

Zane smirks with a devilish grin. "Where we are from, we call the women what we see with our own eyes. That is what you are; my love will be your name for me to call you."

"I wish I could believe that I don't believe that I am," still standing up, looking at the curtain for a hopeful quick escape.

He is up in a flash and stalking towards me. I jump up, and he backs me up against the floor-to-ceiling tinted glass that overlooks the dance floor. I lay my hands flat on the glass as he cages me in with his hands on each side of my head.

"You don't think you are beautiful?" his breath is mixed with cigarette smoke and his tequila. His eyes bore into mine as he waits for my answer; he leans forward a little to where his lips are only millimeters away from mine. "Well, I asked you a question."

"I have been told by many men that I am, but there are many other women who are prettier than I am," trying to control my breathing that is now starting to pick up due to the heat of his body that is only inches from mine.

"Why do you have this doubt in your mind that you are beneath others?" his eyes are boring into mine.

"I just don't put myself on that high pedestal where I think I am untouchable. I know there is always another person out there who is smarter, prettier or deserves things more than I do," keeping my voice stern.

He pushes himself off the glass and takes my hand, leading me back to the couch where I was sitting a few minutes ago.

"You need to put yourself up there because I am untouchable, and now you will be too" as he stands there with me at the chair I was in earlier.

"Excuse me? Exactly what are you talking about?" raring back in shock at him.

"You are now mine, my love. You will be by my side from now on as my girlfriend, and then eventually, we will be married having children."

This time I bolt from his presence and start walking out of the room quickly. Two men step in front of me; I turn around to see he has flicked his wrist, telling them to do exactly what he wanted.

"I am not a prize that can be told what to do or be won like that. I can make my own decisions on who I want to see and who I don't. I know nothing of you, and you come in here thinking you can lay a claim on me like that, not knowing anything about me?" crossing my arms standing my ground where I am.

He slowly stands up and turns towards me with a look that scares me to death. His words are dripping with venom when he speaks, "That is why you are here, so we can get to know each other better." He snaps his finger, and another man hands him a folder, and he opens it. "Let's see, you are Shaylee Morris, twenty-two years old, living at 2364 Parkinson Road. So you live in an upscale apartment building, sixth floor, suite two. Own a silver BMW that is six years old, and you just paid it off. Do I need to go into where you were born, grew up, how much money you have in the bank?"

"How did you get this private information on me?" dropping my arms looking at the folder in his hand.

He grins like the devil and sits back down with his back to me now. "Come, I will tell you about myself," pointing to the chair that I was in a few minutes ago, but I stand there and don't move. I see his head nod and the two men grab me setting me down in the chair, holding my arms gently as they do. I am mad now and trying to fight them, but their grip is vice-like while he glares at me with a cold, hard look. "I will not bite you, but if you don't stop fighting my men, they will give you something to relax you so we can talk properly." One of the men pulls out a syringe that has a clear liquid in it. He shows it to me, and I stop. "Good girl. Now relax, get comfortable, and we will have this nice little talk with each other."

I look around the room quickly with my eyes; about seventy-five men are walking around, but they do not come anywhere near us. Nodding, the men let me go, and I sink back into the chair that I was in. I have never been in this room before, so I slowly scan it, seeing exactly how lavish it is decorated, from the high-dollar furniture to the plush carpet that is under our feet.

"Were you the one in the alley earlier?" trying to calm my nerves that are out of control right now.

His grin tells me the answer to that question immediately "Yes, I was waiting on a friend to show up when you walked by. You caught my eye then, and when I saw you on the floor from up here, Alec was told to send you up here to be with me for the night. Now, let's get to the learning about each other." He snaps his finger again, and most of the men leave except the two who sat me down, then the other men I talked with earlier. If I wanted to run, there is no way around them due to the three men are sitting in front of me and the other two men are standing guard at the curtain to leave the room. I sigh and get comfortable on the chair for this so-called talk.