~ Logan’s POV ~
“Is this really necessary?” Harlan huffs as he tries to move his arm around but fails. I’ve tied his arms behind the chair and handcuffed his wrists. He’s not gonna be able to move unless I let him.
“No, but it’s more fun this way,” I say as I move around the room, admiring the scene I’ve created.
My brother is sitting on the far right side of the table and Savannah is on the far left side. She squirms uncomfortably in her chair, probably wondering about what crazy thing I’ll do to her if I’m handcuffing my own brother.
“What are we doing here exactly?” she asks, looking up at me cautiously.
“You’ll be doing nothing while I’m gonna fúck you senseless for an entire day,” I say as I stand right behind her. Then I lean down so my face is next to her, and I point straight
