Jonas Cale is ready to take his new back home.

Max wasn't surprised to find Jonas waiting for her in the car. He just watched her as she sat down, his eyes trailing up her long golden legs. Max shuddered as the older man leered at her. She pulled down on her coat, unsuccessfully trying to cover her exposed thighs.

"My nephew always had exquisite taste," Jonas said breaking the uneasy silence that filled the car. He enjoyed the way she squirmed under his gaze. He slid across the back seat getting closer to Max and motioned for his driver to take them home.

Jonas reached out, putting his hand on Max's leg causing her to shudder in disgust as his clammy hand began rubbing her thigh.

"You're all mine now Max." he whispered as he leaned his body further over hers, his arm wrapping around her shoulder holding her tight as his hand moved up her inner thigh.

Max thought she was going to be sick. She was starting to seriously worry that she had got in over her head. The collar around her neck and the fact that she had been bought by Logan's uncle complicated things greatly. Max figured that once they got to his home she could figure a way out of the damned collar then quickly escape. Screw the mission, Logan could get information from his Uncle by himself, her main concern now was not letting this dirty old man live out his perverted fantasies with her.

Sitting in the back of the small car, Jonas holding her tightly, breathing heavily down her neck, his hands roughly squeezing her thigh. Her collar ready to send a painful shock of electricity through her body at any moment, Max could do little more then sit there and hope that they reached Jonas's home before he let his hand wander any further up her thigh.