Iris P.O.V

I was sitting at the bar drinking my beer calmly. The bar was loud enough for everyone's conversation to be converted into one that you weren't able to make out one word.

"What the hell has Iris gotten herself into over the years?" Max muttered from the other side of the table. In a normal situation I would have probably be amused that he muttered something like that out loud. But right now, as I'm 70 % drunk. My thinking tends to be more darker.

Grabbing the almost empty glass of beer, I swished the ice from one side to another. "A lot of things" I whispered huskily, caused by the amount of alcohol I consumed.

Max snapped his head in my direction, his eyes instantly meeting mine. "Shoot! Did I say that out loud?" He cursed, shaking his head as if he was a dog that was trying to shake off fleas.

I sat in my seat laughing, long gone putting my beer down. "Yes you did" I chuckled. I never really laughed before after I moved. It was just uncommon for me. Since the incident..... The incident.... I think it's time I tell max what happened to me. The only other two people I had to tell was my uncle and my mother. My uncle knew the whole story, with my mom however, I kept it vague as possible. But I feel like max deserves a whole explanation.

As my hands shakily gripped my glass, I took another drink. Here I go, I thought.

"After I moved, my life went straight downhill" that was a short explanation as to what happened. What happened was terrible. So terrible that I forget how hard it was to tell someone.

I met Max's curious glaze. I was going to continue with my long tremendous story, but stopped once I noticed a familiar figure creeping in the shadows.

My breath drew short as my mind raked for an explanation. He couldn't possibly be in here. The guards in here are part of my uncles gang. He couldn't have gotten through at all.

My mind was spinning in circles when I heard Max's concern voice, asking me if I was okay. Was I okay? Definitely not. I was not okay. I felt like I was going to be sick, then faint or maybe just die on the spot all together.

In all my swirling emotions I was able to muttered one sentence with a strong clear voice.

"We need to leave. Now"

Max looked puzzled. "Why, we just got here?"

I started to grow impatient. I was hyper ventilating and he was watching in the shadows, looking quite amused.

With all my force I could mustered, I glided out of my chair. My best friend began to protest as I pulled him out of his seat and out the door.

Finally we were out of the bar and towards the car. I didn't want to be anywhere near him. He should be in jail not walking around freely. How the fuck was he let out!

I felt warmed hands on both sides of my face. In natural instincts I flinched. But the hands stayed, not caring I was uncomfortable from the touch.

"Look at me" I didn't at first, but reluctantly I did as I was told. His eyes were intimidating for someone who has been beat up a lot at school. More than beat up; he's been bullied. Maybe we had shared some experience. We can understand each other perhaps.

I stared into his hazel like eyes. With dark brown eyes they seemed like they could light up the world. "Are you okay?"

I simply shook my head "Take me home and I'll tell you everything" Without causing a argument, he drove us to my house, where luckily my mother was not home.

In about 15 minutes we both sat on my bed in a comfortable silence. Max waited patiently for me to start talking, not daring to push me. Which I appreciated a lot, so I started as I recalled the scarring memory of my life.

The big bulk guy tied my wrists behind my back as I struggled to get free.

"Let me go!" I demanded fiercely as best I could. On the outside I tried to look cold and fearless. But in the inside I was dying of fear. The fear of dying and losing all hope.

He shook his head with a smile creeping on his lips. "Strike three you're out" he repeated cheerfully, continuing to tie my wrist then moved on to my feet. I felt weak and useless. My uncle has taught me self defence moves to use in this kind of situation but right now I wasn't in the exact position to fight of my attacker.

"Let me go!" I yelled again, fear leaking in my voice. I was done covering it up I just wanted out of his grasp.

"I can't do that its strike three and you're out. I can't give you a fourth strike now can I?" Strike three and you're out? Why was he talking in riddles! Couldn't he not give me a straight answer.

The guy carried my tied up body to a white large van. The van was spacious, large enough to fit bodies. Including my body. I looked for any kind of exit that I could possibly get out of, but there was only one exit, and it was jammed lock.

I shouted through the window trying to regain his attention, begging him to let me out. He ignored me, whistling to himself as he packed his things.

"Where are you taking me!" I screeched at the hence man who looked up at me sheepishly, as if he was waiting for me to ask that exact question.

He clapped his hands together "To the boss of course"

No doubt I wanted an answer but once I heard that one , my blood immediately ran cold.

I knew who his boss was. The same boss I walked away from merely five weeks ago. I knew in the back of my mind he would get his revenge. However, I couldn't help but push that thought far away. In fear of it ever happening.

This man was going to bring me to the man I feared the most. And that man's name was Ryder Thames.

The car ride was bumpy, leaving me to conclude that we were off any pavement roads. Soon to be driving up to private property. Where no one could possibly here my screams. Just how Ryder likes it.

The van pulled into an old cottage like building. On the outside it looked like a place where a loving family would spend their summer vacation in. This, however, was not a peaceful, family cottage.

As the van pulled up to the door, another male came and opened the back door. With fear, I tried to resist his touch. I would not let him take me without a fight.

"Stop it!" He roared with might, just like a lion. Normally the mouse would crumple in fear. Too bad I wasn't the mouse.

With all my might, I kicked up with my legs that were tied together. Luckily I managed to hit him right in the face, he stumbled back a few steps. With his left hand he reached up to his nose. Which might I add was gushing with blood.

"Son of-"

"Please don't patronize her anymore than she'll need to just bring her in the cottage, will you"

I recognized that voice. That same voice would tell me sexual jokes just to get my attention. It would never work but he was persistent. Persistent enough to kidnap me and sent goons to attack me.

My entire body froze as bulky picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, then continued to follow his boss. I kicked and scream, trying to gains someone's attention. But I knew it was no used, we were in the middle of nowhere. Hours away from any civilization. I was hopeless.

He brought me onto an expensive looking, leather couch. Once he plopped me down, I jumped off trying to escape to the door. No luck. He managed to catch me, no surprise there, my feet were tied together. This time when he laid me down, he remember to tie my hands and feet to the couch. Leaving me locked like a prisoner- an animal.

After the goon checked if I was completely restricted and unable to escape, he smiled with pride. Oh would I do so much just to smack that smile right off his face.

"You may leave now" Ryder spoke from the other side of the room, sitting on his own chair. Honestly, I wish Ryder was talking to me, that I may leave. But as the goon walked away and left me with my enemy, I considered that I might he trapped here for awhile.

Ryder sat back straight in his chair, as any boss should. "It's nice to see you, Iris"

I shuddered with disgust "I wish I could say the same, Ryder"

Ryder looked down to my body, specifically my stomach. I followed his gaze and noticed that my stomach was revealed. For some reason I felt violated, even though girls shows their stomach all the time with bikinis. Right now, however, was different, because he was watching me.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked, still staring at my stomach. Why the hell was he still staring, I'm pretty sure he has his own stomach to stare at.

I was taken back by his hostility, even though I was still tied up to a couch against my will.

"No I want the fuck out of here!" Truth be told my throat was kind of dry from all that screaming.

He held the bridge of his nose "I'm just trying to be nice Iris. But since you cannot return that niceness. We will just get to the point."

What point? I don't want to see any point. I want to go home now!

He hopped out of his chair, striding towards my direction.

No no no he can go back to his chair and leave me be, I thought.

His eyes met mine, they were cold and dark. I was starring in the eyes of a murderer. My uncle always told me stories about how Ryder, a strong gang leader, has killed many people himself, taking up his own share after his father. Ryder and his father were both ruthless, they didn't care about anyone but themselves.

"You shouldn't have walked away from me." He whispered into my left ear. I flinched at the close contact. "You should have stayed with me, be mine" I found that with every word his tone grew darker.

"No" I whimpered, cowardly like a mouse.

Suddenly I felt cold metal on my cheek. I froze. My brain racked for an explanation to what could be on my cheek. My thoughts of a knife were confirmed once I felt the blade piercing my flesh.

He retracted the knife "Don't talk unless I tell you to" he ordered. I noticed he didn't put the knife away completely.

I bit down on my lip, trying not to whimper. The cut has starting stinging like a bitch. A rogue tear slipped down my check, right over the injury.

"Your uncles gang and my gang has always been enemies, it was in our blood" he explained, his eyes still on my stomach. "Since the Golden Lords, your uncles gang and the Gramercy Riffs, my gang are in the same city, we had to create a treaty. You know to sort things out so we don't have cops on our ass all the time"

He grabbed his hand and ran his stiff fingers through my hair "And that's where I met you. After the treaty meeting my men and I went to watch your uncles house, for any faults. And that's when you came running in"

I shook away from his touch. "Let me go!" I spat again. I didn't want to hear his sappy story I wanted the hell out of this hell. I thrashed and thrashed trying to break free.

Again I felt myself being cut, on my legs. Shakily, I watched as blood poured out, it was a deep gash he had made. A gash made out of anger and he wasn't afraid to do it again if he had to.

"Where was I?" He asked. I didn't listen to him though, I was only paying attention to my injuries. I was loosing a lot of blood for two cuts. The cut on my leg ran through my entire thigh. I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Oh yeah I remember now. When I saw you running to your uncle I was surprised. I thought at first you were his girlfriend or something because I heard he didn't have family members. But once I heard you were his niece, everything fell into place. Naturally for dominance I wanted you to be mine. When I heard what school you went to I enrolled myself into it."

And once I'm out of here I'm never going to school ever again, I thought.

"You were intrigued by me Iris, I know you were" he accused. It was particularly true the first day I met him I thought he was hot. Because well he is. But once I learned of his true colours I backed away quickly. Long forgotten his looks.

"I was so close to having you! So close! Until your friends and your uncle ruined everything. They should have stayed away like I told them too. But that's okay, since I got you now"

It took me a minute to register his last sentence.

He hovered over my body, looking down at my lips. I begged him to stop kissing me once he had but he continued anyways, Ignoring my cries. I kicked and scream as he continued but in the end he won. I was hopeless and helpless. I was unworthy and pathetic.

I was drifting slowly into the darkness, from fear and from the blood loss as he continue to cut into me.

Just as I almost reached the darkness I heard the faint sirens of my saviours.

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Authors note

Sorry for long wait! I gave you guys a long chapter though :)

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A lot of comments for next chapter since this one took foreverrrrrrrr.

Now hearing her past, do you think Iris has a right to act the way she does?