Scarlett's P.O.V.

Here I am, back to square one, sitting on the bed in a monotoned colored room, with my blood on the door, with broken wrist, and blood-covered hands. Anger spiked inside of my body as the chains around my feet sparkled through the minimum sunlight that shined through the window. Harden walked into my room without a care in the world and threw clothes in my face, my chains hit one another as I pulled them off my head irritated, and threw them on the other side of the bed. 

"You need to take a fucking shower." He snapped at me, grabbing my hands he uncuffed my wrists. "Get up,"

"Fuck off," I snapped, there was no. way I was getting in the bathroom with him. Hunter leaned down intimidatingly as his hand came to grip the sides of my face roughly. I flinch as his fingers tighten.

"Get up otherwise I can help you shower." My eyes widen in fear as he says that. "Make sense?"

"Get off," I shake his grip off, "Where is Charolette or Valentina?" I didnt want him around me.

"Looking after Eliza." Guilt overwhelmed my body. I had stabbed her. . .

"H-How is she?" I ask scared, "I-I didnt do-"

"Why is it every time you hurt someone you deny any connection to it?" He asked angrily,

"No, I mean" I shake my head, "I just wanted to know-" Harden's harsh gaze quieted me down.

"She'll live." He whispered harshly, unchaining my feet. I let out a small breath of relief, not wanting to appear too guilty in front of him. I prayed I didn't hit anything that would do significant harm. I just needed some time to escape, and she was in the way. Harden grabbed my arm roughly and dragged me to the bathroom. "You have 15 minutes, now go." He shoved me in and tossed a towel and clothes inside.

Removing my clothes I turn on the shower, cranking it all the way to the hot side, I step in. Sighing in pleasure as the hot water hit my stiff body, I felt each muscle begin to relax. Grabbing the small loaf, I begin to wash off the two days' worth of dirt, sweat, and blood, no wonder why he had forced me to take a shower I smelled really fucken bad.

"Hurry up!" He knocked on the door,

"It's only been five minutes," I called back,

"Whatever I have other shit to do rather than babysit your ass." He answered back.

Asshole. Rushing to clean the rest of my body I get out of the shower and put on the new clothes. Adjusting my unruly curls, I get them together in a ponytail, I open the door before he can yell at me again. Harden, unbothered by my efficacy dragged me back to the bed and began to chain me again.

"I dont have anything to hurt anyone." I try to argue,

"I dont care, I'd rather this than you stabbing someone else."  I roll my eyes as I hold out my hands for him to cuff.  "Mom or Vallie will feed you from now on, you won't be unlocked unless Hunter or I are around."

His word went through one ear and out the other. "Are you listening?" He asked me firmly.

"No," I respond back bluntly. "I don't understand why you want to keep me here." I truly didn't know why he wanted me here. The drugs are not the only thing even I was smart enough to pick that up. "You all despise me and still have me trapped here."

"Yeah well," he sighed standing up, "This business isn't for the light-hearted."

Like Noah. I knew this was a dangerous thing to do so I carefully opened my mouth. "Mhm." I hum catching his attention.

"What?" He asked

"Nothing," I say looking up at him. I needed him to get angry, I need him to lose his shit.

"Scarlett, don't play fucking games with me." Harden glared at me, there it is. "What is it."

"You said that this business isn't for the light-hearted so my brain went to the one person that-"

"Shut the fuck up." His hands were tightly fisted. "Now."

"Why?" I pretend to not know. Harden reached out wrapping his large hand around my neck and squeezing it lightly.

"Unless you want to fucking die." He seethed, "I suggest you shut the fuck up for the rest of the fucking day."

Now it was my turn to smirk at him. "I know you need me alive for this shit to work out so keep your there to yourself." I lifted my hands up gently touching his face, I felt disgusted by myself. "Otherwise you might just lose everything you worked for Mr Brock."

Harden pulled back slapping my hand away from himself. "I hate you."

"Feelings mutual." I know that I had to carry this persona of me not being afraid of him but inside I was trembling. He had the power over me, he had control but what he didn't have was my will to survive.

Harden turned on his heel before slamming the door shut behind him. He forgot to lock it, benefits of pissing him off. Smiling to myself I pop out the bobby pin out of my out that I had hidden underneath my tongue.

There are some perks of being a gang leader's daughter, mischief and smarts came to me with abundance.

Okay, how did Jax teach me this again?

. .  .

About an hour later I got my hands and legs free. Rubbing my sore wrist I throw off my covers and begin to search around for anything that could help me at least intimidate them but there was nothing. Groaning in irritation I hear footsteps coming closer to the door.

Fuck!

Jumping back in bed I loosely put my cuffs on, just so it looked like they were locked but actually weren't. Roxana popped her head through the door, "You hungry?" I hated eating anything in the past 24 hours. I didn't like anything they brought me.

"No." I answer firmly. Roxanna kept her distance, as she walked through the door.

"Starving yourself isn't going to help anyone." She seemed to be the only genuine one here. "Is the food not to your taste?"

"No," I say again as she begins to scan my body. "I am just not hungry." I as loads of practice being starved, current of my father. This was nothing, one time for an absurd punishment he withheld food from me for over four days, I was on water. 

She squinted her eyes at me and said, "Fine, let us know when you're hungry." I waited for her to walk out before getting back out of bed. I started pacing back and forth, thinking of a method to get the fuck out of there. My eyes wandered over at the window; I would have been able to leap out, but it was fucking barricaded.

Walking into the bathroom I looked underneath the sink to see if there were any cleaning products I could use, shuffling through my eyes find some bleach. Fuck yeah, pulling the heavy bottle out, I walk over to the window and pour some on the sill. 

Bleach is corrosive, and I am confident that if I continue to pour this solution on these bars, they will become weaker. The bars on the window sill will soon loosen, providing me with the ideal escape path. Of course, I won't be able to tonight because bleach doesn't work very fast.

Shoving the bleach back into the cupboard underneath the sink, I stare blankly at the wall infront of me. 

"Why did he want me?" I whispered to myself. Jaxon was the obvious choice to keep with them,  I mean Dad would pump out the money he owed them in record time, so why was Harden stuck on me? 

"Eliza!" I heard Valentina exclaim, and my heart dropped. It took everything in me not to rush to the door to see how she was. I hoped I did not do too much damage to her, but never had to stab someone before. . .I had no idea. 

"Where is that fucking bitch?"  She snapped. I sat up straighter, Fuck! Eliza slammed open my room door holding onto the side of her stomach, my eyes fell to the place I had struck her. "You!"

"Eliza,  you need to rest." Valentina said firmly, "You can deal with her tommorow."

"Eliza," I said barely above a whisper, "H-How are you?"

"What the fuck did you just ask me?" She asked raising her voice alittle, 

"Do not engage with her," Valentina glared at me, "Eliza,"

"Fuck off," Eliza pushed her away, and stormed towards me, gripping my hair painfully, my hands lifted revealing that I had managed to unlock myself. 

"Ow," I whined, "Stop,"

"This." She hissed in my face,  "This is fucking painful for you? What about the fact that you fucking stabbed my insides!"

"S-Sorry," I apologized, "I wanted to get away, I-I had no choice."

"Her hands," Valentina whispered as her eyes narrowed in, "How the fuck did you get out of the cuffs?" 

I swallowed harshly keeping my mouth shut, Eliza twisted my hair it felt like she was going to rip each and every strand of my curls out of my head. "You 're pretty crafty huh?"  I flinched as she shoved my head away making it hit the headboard.  She leaned over and checked out the cuffs, "She picked them."

Valentina walked over to us, giving Eliza a hand so she could stand with some support,  I prayed that they couldnt smell the bleach I had just poured on the window. "Why are you making this harder for yourself?"

"I want to leave!"

"Well, you can't!" Valentina snapped, "So stop fucking being a bitch, and just adjust. You have six months here Scarlett, I suggest you try making friends in this house instead of making more enemies."

I already had them. . they were surrounding me to the point where I  felt like I was drowning. 

"Come here," She grabbed my swollen wrist yanking me foreward, and re-cuffed me. I had hidden the bobbypin underneath my tongue again so even if they did search me, they wouldnt find anything. 

"Please,"  I whispered as she got to my feet but she ignored me.  "Come on Eliza,"

Eliza kept a firm gaze on me, "I will never fucking forget this, you  just wait Scarlett Clyde, wait what I do to you  when I get better."

Her words sent shivers down my back. 

I  am so fucked.