Scarlett's P.O.V.

"I cannot beleive that he tried protecting me Bea," I say to her as we walk onto campus, 

Bea chuckled, "He still is your father, Lettie, no matter how cruel or insensitive he may seem, he still loves you." I wanted to beleive what she was saying but the way he suddenly cared for me, really didn't sit right with me. 

Readjusting my school handbag, I open my lips to speak to her when I am immediately bulldozed and fall. I was about to fall to the ground when powerful arms pulled me back up. My eyes were screwed tight in fear as I gripped their arm, "Um..." The individual said, "You can let go now." Snapping my eyes open, I move away from him, recognizing his voice Bea urges me to stand near her. Harden Brock stood in front of us with a silly sneer on his face.

Tightening my grip on my bag I tried to walk around him but he stopped me, "Hey, a thank you would suffice."

"You ran into her," Bea said snarkily. "What are you even doing here Harden?" I keep quiet not wanting to interact with him. "Arnt you alittle too old for college?" That taunt stung as he hissed at her remark. 

"Fuck off," He snapped, "I am here to speak to your friend, not you." 

"I dont want to talk to you," I say quickly about to walk around him but he pulls me back to stand infront of him. "Let go," Fear set in me as he stared down at me. . .I had managed to get rid of him about three years ago with my father's protection,  but something in his eyes. told me that he was not about to let me go this time. "Harden,  let me go!"

"Harden," His little sister said rushing over to us, "Harden, stop you are causing a scene."  Vallie thankfully got his grip off of my arm, allowing me to take a few steps back. 

"Get out of here," Vallie said giving the two of us permission to run into the building. 

"What was that?" Bea asked me confused, 

An unsettling feeling spiked in me, "I dont know." I answered as we got to class looking down I sent a quick text to Jax, 

'Why was Harden at my college?' 

Less than a second later he texted back, 'No idea,' 

"What did he say?" Bea asked looking over at my phone, but I tucked it away, "Lettie?"

I breathe out heavily, "No idea," I copy Jax's answer. 

Whatever it was, it didnt feel right. . .Vallie slowly came into. class, but she avoided both of our gazes.  It was a rule of thumb that the members of our families dont speak to. one another, it was considered treason in our families. . .so why did Harden purposefully come stand infront of me today?

What the fuck is going on?

. . .

After class Bea and I go straight to the apartment complex not wanting a re-run of what happened this morning pacing around the living room, I call Mom but it went straight to voice mail. "Is it going through?" Bea asked, 

"No," Okay now the panic is setting in. "You try calling." 

Bea did as I asked, but she shook her head, "I wasnt there last night," I racked my brain for possibilities, "I wasnt there, do you think Dad finally crossed his limit? Do you think he killed my mom?"

"No, no." Bea shook her head, "Do not think like that."

"Then why isnt anyone answering my phone Bea!" I panicked, "Like what the fuck is going on?!"

"Stop overthinking!" She raised her voice at me, but I was to far gone. 

"I knew him sending me with you was not for fucking protection!" I snapped, "Bea, that man is sick in his head. Ross Clyde does not have mercy for anyone, he only cares for himself, and for his fucking businesses." She quieted down, "It's the same for Uncle Carter, do you think anything has been hidden?"

"No," Bea sighed, "I know it hasn't, have you tried contacting Archer or Jaxon?"

"Other than the text he sent me, Jaxon has gone radio silent, and Archer, he wouldnt answer my phone even if I was hanging off of a fucking cliff."

Bea sat down, "What should we do?"

"We arnt going to anything." I say firmly, "I am going to go back and face my father."

"Scarlett."

"I have to go see what he did to her," I argue, throwing my phone into my bag I ask, "Is there a back way?" I did not need these men to alert him before I got there. " Anxiousness was at the max, "Please help me."

Bea swallowed harshly as she hid her phone in her back pocket, "Follow me," She whispered leading me down the. fire escape stairs, which got out at the back, "Just keep me updated." 

"I will," I say giving her a quick hug. I began walking down the back alley, keeping an eye out for any of my father's men.  Hiding my face with a small scarf I almost made it to light, when I felt a strong around wrap around my waist. 

"Hey!" I say beginning to elbow his gut. "Let go of me!" I struggled against the masked man's grip. I see people forming a crowd at the end of the ally but no one moves. "Help!' I call out to them, "Help!" 

The masked man grew irritated and twisted my arm behind my back causing me to flinch. His grip grew tighter on my wrist to the point where I swear I heard a snap. "Ow!" I cry out as pain spreads from my wrist to the forearm area. His arm stayed firm around my waist lifting me up with ease dragging. me back into the darkness. "Let go of me!" I scream at the top of my lungs, "Please, help!" Tears roll down my cheeks as the masked man muffles my mouth with his gloved hand digging his fingertips into my cheeks. I let out another yelp of pain before stilling in his arms to avoid any more unnecessary injuries. He threw me in the back of a busted ban, causing me to land on my wrist. I whimper in my pain "Shut the fuck up!" His partner exclaimed, whom I quickly identified since he wasnt wearing a mask. 

Fear consumed my body, "H-Hunter?" 

The masked man I was struggling against got into the car right after, locking the door, he pulled it off, "Harden?" I am so confused. I swallow harshly wiping my tears with shaky hands, "W-What are you two doing?" I frantically pull at the back doors, I try to escape from them. 

This can't be happening right now, this cannot be happening! I am not being kidnapped by the second dangerous biker gang in this fucking state. "L-Let me out!"

Harden glared at me, "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled at me.

"No!" I scream back scared for my life, "I want to go home!" I do not know where I got the courage to yell back at him. I am currently at his mercy, "Do you hear me-"

Harden pulls out a gun from the glove box and points it at me effectively quieting me down. I gasp scotting back, "You should be lucky we need you fucking alive, otherwise all the bullets in this gun would be unloaded in your body right now."

My mouth dried up, Hunter chuckled as the van filled with silence, "Not so brave now huh?"

Tears began flowing freely down my cheeks as I scooted to the very back of the van, and began to inspect my wrist. It was throbbing, wait. . .wait, what am I doing? Licking my lips I pull out my emergency phone from my back pocket and quickly text Jax.

'Harden and Hunter have got me,' I looked over to the front to make sure I didn't get caught. 'Please help.' Thank god, Jax had given me a spare phone for my own protection, it had all the numbers that I would need for situations like these.

Tucking the phone in my pocket again, I double no quadruple check if it is on silent. I could not risk it being taken away as well. Checking out my wrist again, I muffled sounds of pain as I tried moving it around, but there was no avail. He defintiely broke it.

"Hello?" Hunter got a call, "What the fuck?" He snapped, "What do you mean there are three phones in the van." My heart skipped a beat, how did they know?

"A third phone?" Harden asked,

"Roxie says her laptop just picked up another signal not. even a second ago." My stomach began to hurt, as I kept my gaze down.

"I broke her phone," Harden confirmed,

"Hold on," He replied putting his phone on speaker, "Roxie, where is it coming from?"

"From the back of the van," My eyes widened as soon as I heard those words.

"The fuck?" Harden mumbled, "Your system is bugging out."

I felt a vibration in my back pocket, "No, the phone just got a message." She replied.

My hands and feet ran cold, as all the blood gushed to my head, "She has a second fucking phone." Hunter exclaimed, "I told you to tie her up."

Harden jumped over the seats and stormed over to me lifting me up by my swollen wrist, "Ow," I whimper as he glares at me.

"Where is it?" He snapped,

"Where's what?" I question him back,

He pressed down harder, "Ow!" I cry out, "Stop Harden,"

"Give me the fucken phone!" He raised his voice at me causing me to flinch back. "Now," Completely crushing my wrist I cry louder. "Or I am actually going to snap your wrist."

Shakily breathing out I reach behind my to my pocket and pull it out. Harden let go of my wrist immediately letting me fall to the ground as he walked back. to the front. "Who did she text?"

"Her brothers," Harden said way too casually before snapping my phone in two.

Taking my handkerchief out of my pocket, I gently tie it around my throbbing wrist to allow some support for it. Harden looked back at me, "It's not  broken, 

I keep quiet not looking at him, I stare down at the dirty floor of the van with only one question circulating in my mind.

Why didnt they care I contacted my family?

.  . . 

Beatrix's P.O.V.

Wiping my tears away I call Dad, "Dad," I whisper over the phone, 

"Yeah?" He answers back firmly, 

"Harden and Hunter have here." I say barely above a whisper, "I did as you said, now can you let Mom out of the fucking storeroom?" Tears wouldnt stop streaming down my cheeks as I asked. him that question.  I cannot beleive he just made me betray my best friend, someone who has been like a sister to me and chose my mom. My bottom lip quivered, "I want to talk to her!"

"I knew you could get the job done Bea," His voice was so condescending, "Philip!" He exclaimed, "Let Laura and Kat out of the room!"

Falling to the ground my hands shake, "Will she be okay?" I ask him.

"If she keeps within her limits and doesnt try what she tried three years ago." He answered bluntly, "Laura and Kat will be driven to your apartment in the next ten minutes."  I breathe out in relief, "Your phones will be taken." He ordered, "Now, clean yourself up, you're a Solomon, nothing will happen to her."

"Yeah," I whimper, "I want them over in five, and our phones will be with us. We won't contact her, those fuckers won't let her, so for your sake Dad, I hope they dont do anything to hurt her."

"Or what?"

"Or I will take this organization down before I die." I threaten him before hanging up the phone. 

Throwing it against the wall, I stop it from ringing again as I fall to the ground. 

"Sorry Lettie," I cry, "I am so sorry!"