I apologize for the long wait, but I started a job at Michael's Arts and Crafts store, my personal favorite store. The store is opening in a brand new location, which happened to be my town, so for the month before it opens all employees are helping with planograms (if you don't know what that is, it's basically a blueprint or plan of how the store's shelves and hooks should be set up.) and stocking of all products. So I've been pretty busy doing that and I'm really tired by the time I get home. Come February when I start my regular part-time hours, I'll be updating more. So again, sorry for the wait. Anyways, let me stop blabbing and get on with the chapter. Let me know what you all think. Enjoy!

A few days have passed and Vaas has been healing nicely. He's up walking around, back to being the boss.

I woke up to the sound of footsteps. I opened my eyes and Vaas was walking around, shirtless. "Am I in Heaven?" I asked, voice horse, stretching my body. He was a man of many scars and it was beautiful. Each had a story of it's own, one's that I wanted to know.

I stood up and immediately felt sick to my stomach. I sat down, holding it. "Nevermind, I'm alive." Lately it's been me waking up feeling like I got hit by a train. While Vaas gets better, I get worse. I try to hide it as best as I can.

"We should see Dr. Earnhardt today, so he can check to see if you're doing as good as you feel," I mentioned.

"I would love to get this shit over with," he said. I stood up, feeling better, and walked over to him. I touched his chest lightly, tracing next to the partially healed stitches. He has an amazing body, perfectly sculpted. "Where do you find the time to work out with your busy schedule?" I laughed. He smirked, "well, Gatita, it used to be easy to get my cardio in until you showed up." I rolled my eyes, beginning to walk away, only to be pulled back. This time I was pulled into his tight grip, one hand on the back of my head and the other grabbing my ass. He crashed his lips to mine, making me melt in his arms. I pulled away, regretting it.

"You should really let yourself heal more," I suggested, hating every word. Still in his grip, he tilted his head and smirked again.

"Vaas-" he lifted me and my legs hung on either side of him. He dropped me on the bed, "Vaas!" I laughed. "No! Bad! Do I have to yell at you like you're a dog?"

"Whatever helps you out." He buried his face into my neck, licking and biting, hard and painful at first, but it quickly turned into lust. I moaned, feeling his soft, warm tongue leaving wet trails that turned cold as he moved lower. A hard knock at the door made me jump from cloud nine back to reality. Vaas let out a low growl before getting up.

He opened the door and one of his pirates stood, "sorry boss, Hoyt wants to see you right away-"

"Hoyt?" he questioned, surprised.

"Yes, he's at the bar. He wants to see you..and," he looked passed Vaas and at me, "her too."

I sat up and swallowed. Why me?

"Tell him we will be there." Vaas shut the door and turned to me.

"Why does he want to see me?" I asked him. He just looked at me, searching for something to say. "I don't know."

"But-"

"I don't know! Let's go." His tone of voice changed harshly and I could tell he was no longer in a good mood.

I got up and followed him outside. We walked to the bar which was just across the camp.

Hoyt sat at a table, a glass shallow with whiskey.

"Ah, Vaas, just the man I was looking for," he smiled and then looked to me, "I'm glad to see you didn't dispose of the girl yet."

"Sit, sit." He extended his arm to show the few chairs around the table. My heart raced and my hand shook as I pulled out the chair to sit. Vaas took a seat in the chair next to me.

"I got a very large offer from a man looking for a girl. And she," he smiled at me, "fits the profile."

"But we made an agreement. I gave you the money, I keep her." Vaas said. Both Hoyt and I were taken aback by what he said.

He paid money?..For me? The thought blew my mind to pieces.

"Don't tell me she's grown on you, Vaas. I would have never thought."

"I could care less. She's my property and I don't like when people try to touch my fucking stuff." What he said hurt, but I knew why he was saying it.

"It's that or I put my men on your island to make sure you don't make anymore mistakes. Jason Brody is running around thinking he runs the place because your men let him escape. I don't want to lose more money because of him."

"I'll pay the difference," Vaas offered. Hoyt let out a snicker, "Vaas has a weakness." he shook his head. "I'll tell you what. I'll be back tomorrow and if you can beat me, you can keep her forever. You're lucky I like you, Vaas." With that, he got up and left us to ourselves.

"Vaas..." I looked at him, "what is it that you need to beat him at?"

"Poker. He never loses."

"What do we do?" I asked him.

"Stop asking so many fucking questions."

"Excuse me for not wanting to be sold off to some creepy man who's going to fuck me whenever he pleases and keep me locked up...again."

"That's not gonna fucking happen." He took out a crumpled joint from his pocket and lit it up with a match he had in the same pocket.

"If he never loses then how the fuck isn't it going to happen?" I raised my voice.

"Shut the fuck up or I will kill you and we won't have this problem." He put the joint to his lips and inhaled.

"Go ahead. I'd rather be dead than here."

"You had your chance to leave, Gatita. You should have taken it." He blew the smoke out in front of him. I got up and went back to his place, leaving him at the bar. He didn't seem to care, and stayed smoking his joint.

The moment I got in, I ran to the bathroom to vomit. I felt sick and dizzy all of a sudden. I collapsed to the floor next to the toilet and leaned my head on the wall. I felt weak and tired.

A sharp, stabbing pain hit me below my stomach. It grew more painful and I was laying on the floor, holding my stomach. Tears fell down my cheeks, unable to move and not sure what was happening. Then everything went black.