An hour later, Nova was heading back inside the arena. She made her way to the VIP skybox finding Liam in the hallway leaning against the wall.

"Where the hell have you been? Our clients are waiting."

"I told you, I had work to do."

"Work. You mean that stunt with Becket on stage? It'll be over my dead body before you marry him. You know how this works, Nova. You belong to me."

"You don't own me."

Liam chuckled. "No? I got a pretty good price for you tonight. I think the men inside can agree you do belong to me."

"You're sick."

Liam grabbed Nova, shoving her in...