Max is not happy and has to decide on what to do next.

"We had a deal," Max whispered angrily under her breath and glared at Sneijder. She wasn't going to stand by and let the disk get away from her. Not after what she had let this disgusting old man do to her. She looked at Lucas Frank and the stupid grin on his face then at his bodyguard then back to Sneijder.

The old man didn't look happy with the situation either. He shook his head, "I'm a firm believer that a man is as only as good as his word. Unfortunately, as much as I hate to admit it, Mr. Frank has put me in a unique predicament. I have **** but to hand the disk over to him.”

Sneijder looked towards his assistant. “Give the girl double what she originally paid for the disk for her troubles. She earned it,”

“I’m not a prostitute,” Max said beneath clenched teeth.

“Doesn’t look that way from here,” Lucas added in from across the hall, grinning all the while.

Max shifted her glare towards the large black man and his even larger body guard. Even now, naked and slick with oil and sweat she figured she could probably take on all three men. She glanced back at Sneijder and his pretty blonde assistant. Max doubted the girl had any real allegiance to the old man, probably hated him as much as she did. And as hard as Sneijder liked to fuck Max figured he was the type to flee rather than fight.

The problem was that anything that happened here tonight would come back at Logan. Neither Lucas Frank or Sneijder would take to kindly to getting their ass kicked by a naked girl sent to them by Logan Cale.

Max would have to take that risk or find a different way to get the disks.