Unknown's P.O.V.

"Boss?" A member of my gang said walking through. the doors of my office, spinning the chair around I wait for him to speak as I raise an eyebrow at him. "We have retrieved the shipment."

Smirking I stand up and pat him on the shoulder, "Good fucking job," I say roughly, "Has the news traveled to them?"

"I beleive so," He sighed

"Good," I answered, "You are free to go." Pouring myself a drink to celebrate the first step of revenge. I was stopped in the middle as he called my name again.

"Boss?"

Keeping my back to him I say, "What?"

"What are we going to do with it?"

Taking a sip. I lean against the counter, turning to meet his gaze. "Reak havoc,"

His eyes filled with fear, "People should know that the Knightriders are back."

. . .

Harden's P.O.V.

Throwing my cigarette to the ground I crush it with my foot, as Hunter and I wait for Freddie to show up where the emptied container was found. Two black Range Rovers pulled up onto the. gravel, as Freddie jumped out of the truck before it could even stop running over to us.

"The fuck?" He said disturbed throwing his hands in the air, "Who could have taken our shit?"

Exhaling sharply I shake my head oblivious to how I am supposed to answer the question. "No fucking idea." No one had the balls to mess with a shipment that had our fucking logo on it. "All this is just a big mess."

Freddie glared at the container, "Are you sure it's not the Ghost Riders?"

"They wouldnt," Hunter cut in, "We have their daughter."

"Exactly my point," He said, "You have their daughter, and everyone knows that Ross Clyde despises his daughter." Was that common knowledge? "He has never taken her to a gathering, and he has never put her name in the members list."

Furrowing my eyebrows, "Why?"

"Do you seriously not know?" Freddie asked dumbfounded,

"Know what Freddie?" Hunter sighed,

"I dont understand how this-" I began tired of his stupid fucking games.

"She is not his." Freddie cut me off,

Hunter and I stand there stunned, "What?" I asked taken by the information that he had just provided us with. "How is that possible?"

"Do you not keep tabs on the other gangs?" He asked

"Freddie!"

"22. years ago," He continued, "Laura cheated on Ross," What the fuck. . .   "Dad and Ross used to be good friends before he went completely crazy. Dad changed sides, around the time she was pregnant with Scarlett, hence the hatred and animosity towards her."

Fuck me. "So him giving Scarlett as debt?" I thought we had those fuckers. Wait but, why did Jacxon come storming the house, if she isn't related to him? I mean, it takes a lot to accept a sibling through infidelity.

"Is nothing to him."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I began pacing around, "Wait," I said putting my hand up, "Wait, so why did he help cover up everything that went down three years ago? Why did he help Scarlett?"

"Dude, it's his last name that she has, just not his blood." My hands shook in anger, "There is a high possibility that Ross has our product."

Hunter pulled out his flask and took a few sips out of it. "This all is so fucked." He breathed out wiping some dripping alcohol off of his chin. "If Ross has it, then. we are fucked, the devil's keepers are fucked, we are fucked!"

"Wait," I tried to gather my thoughts, "Freddie, is this information fucking legit?"

"Ask my father," He answered firmly, "We have all history about everyone." He wasn't wrong, his dad has filed worth of dirt, on everyone including us.

"Hunter, go to their house with Vince and Freddie, I have to go to the. office to deal with. the. Wyatt Industries poeple." I think quick on my feet, "I want fucking results." Hopping. onto my bike, I place my helmet on my head quickly, as anger floods through my veins.

I needed shit to fall into place, but it seemed like no matter how hard I tried, it got worse.

We thought that we had them by the balls, but by giving us an unwanted family. member who royally fucked us over once upon a time. Ross had literally handed us Scarlett, allowing us to do what we wanted.

He really didn't care for her. . .

Nor do I.

. . .

Hunter's P.O.V.

Freddie, Vince, and I drive into the parking lot of the Clyde Estate on our bikes, without asking permission from the guard stationed outside of the gates. Breathing out heavily I pull off my helmet and shake out my hair, looking over at the two of them. "You better be right Freddie," I say grudgingly before swinging my leg over to get off the bike. 

"I am right," Freddie mumbled pulling out his phone, "Look at her fucking birth certificate." He shoved his phone in my face. Snatching it away irritated by his behavior I look down at it clearly, it had no father stated on it. "I am sure if she was his, he would want his name there."

Tucking my gun into the waist of my jeans I readjust my leather jacket, signaling them to follow me, ringing the doorbell of their lavish house we wait. The housekeeper opened the door a few seconds later, "Yes?"

Vince rolled his eyes at him before pushing threw, "E-Excuse me Sir!" The housekeeper exclaimed as we came face to face with the three men we were looking for. 

Ross's eyes shot daggers at us,  as Archer and Jaxon sat up straighter. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He questioned us. 

"It's been four days," I breathed out heavily sitting down infront of them, "We like to do check ins when it comes to our money." Vince took the glass of whiskey Archer was drinking from smirking at him. "So, how is it going?"

Jaxon cleared his throat as he avoided our gaze. He hadn't told them he had come to our place, but now was not the time and place to bring it up. "Um," He muttered, "It's only been four days."

"Jax!" Archer snapped at him.

"No," Ross corrected him "He's right Ace," Lighting a cigarette he blew the smoke directly in our faces, "It's only been four. days boys, there is no need to be so impatient."

Squinting my eyes at him, I say "I heard you have gotten another shipment." Ross's eyes widened, "We would like to check it out."

"Absolutely not." Ace said, "That shipment is what we will use to pay you back." Suspious. 

"You see," I cleared my throat, "The shipment that your boys had fucked with, was really important to us. It has something we need, and if anyone else gets their hands on it, then it wont be good for either of us."

Ross grew interested, "So, you think we took it?"

"Yes," Freddie said bluntly, "Because the girl you gave us for debt collection isnt even yours."

The look on three of their faces. was priceless, Ross's jaw hung open for a few seconds before shutting his mouth. "E-Excuse me?" Yep, it was true.

"Scarlett isnt yours," I repeat, 

"She still is our sister," Ace said half-heartedly,  

And there is our confirmation. 

Vince inhaled sharply leaning foreward, "You dont sound so happy about that Ace." Jax cleared his throat, "While your younger brother on the other hand." His gaze snapped to meet his almost threateningly, but they had no power over us. "Never mind."

"We have given you Scarlett," Ross said weakly, "She still-"

"Of fuck off," I said stopping his bullshit, "We need to see that shipment now, or else we will have no choice but to take care of you and your fucking minions the old way."

Scarlett didn't mean shit to him, it was obvious. .  .but his business now meant the world to him. 

Ross stood up, "Ace, Jax go take them to the shipment." Ace looked up at him bewildered. 

"Dad-"

"Now!"  His voice echoed in the empty house. 

Ace glared at us, and Jax followed closely behind him as he stormed out. 

"Pleasure doing business with you, Ross," I say amused by his reaction.  We all turn our backs to him ready to walk out but he says something that. sends shivers down our backs. 

"Do what you please with her," Ross said firmly, 

I turn around to face him, "What?"

His true colors came out, "I said, do what you please with her." 

He was giving us free reign, to either keep her alive or kill her. I shake my head in disappointment, "Unlike you Ross, we dont hurt women." We had some runs in our gang, unlike his gang turning back around I follow the boys out of the house.

Vince and Freddie are already on their bikes, "Alright, let's go check out this shipment." I announce avoiding the topic of whatever just happened inside. 

Because it truly was fucked up, almost made me feel bad for her. 

Almost. 

. . . 

Scarlett's P.O.V.

"Scarlett," Charlotte said walking through the door holding food. "You have to eat," I rolled my eyes at her fake concern. I had to hold off for the bleach pouring this morning, yes I had a backup bobby pin. Did he really think that I only had one? Unfortunately, though it meant that I had to chain myself back up, so I wouldn't draw suspicion to myself.

"I am not hungry," I repeat,

"It has been four days," She said firmly sitting down infront of me, "All you have had is water, which is not sufficient enough for your body to survive on."

"Yeah well, maybe I dont want to survive." I snap at her, "I have not seen the fucking sun for the past four days, nor have I been able to walk around. If this is what its going to be like for the next six months then I don't want to survive."

Charlotte sighed, "I am not the one who you should be speaking to about this matter. Harden wants you in this room all the time as well as Ryker." Her hands are tied, exactly the same way moms are all the time. "Your recent actions with Eliza, haven't really made you trustworthy."

"Yeah, well desperate times call for desperate measures.'

She looked down at the tray and then at me, "Will you eat?"

"No," I looked away from her, because her gaze had begun to remind me of my own mothers, and I did not need that at the moment. "Take it away."

"Fine," She replied, standing up she grabbed the tray with her. "This is the last time anyone will be offering you food, you will be given it when you ask. for it." That will never happen, who knows what they put in it? What if this is a discreet way to kill me?

I keep quiet and wait for her to leave. Charlotte slowly walked out and locked. the door behind her. "Did she eat?" I hear Ryker ask her through the door.

"No," She replied.

"Her wish then," He breathed out heavily. "Have you spoken to Harden?" Uncuffing myself, I tip-toed towards the door to hear better.

"No why?" She asked, "What's. going on?"

"Scarlett," He said, "She isnt his." My heart dropped to my stomach. "Harden said that Freddie's father, Gabe has proof. Laura cheated on Ross, and she is a product of that infidelity." W-What? 

"What?" Charlotte  asked taken back, "Ryker, that is a big statement to make."

"I know,  but you how thorough Gabe is." 

My heart began beating super fast, as my hands began to shake with anxiety. "Then.  . who is her father?" Feeling faint I hold onto the doorknob accidentally making a loud noise. 

Charlotte and Ryker go quiet, "What was that?" Ryker asked softly, 

Stumbling over to the bed I rush to hide under covers, I shove the cuffs under as well, dropping a water bottle on the ground suddenly.  I hear keys jingle a few seconds later, Ryker peeks inside I look over at him tiredly. "My water dropped," I answered him before he could ask what happened. 

Ryker looked around the room as he fully pushed the door open, "Can you reach?"

I pushed back the awful lump in my throat, "No," Ryker reached down and handed me the bottle. "Thanks,"  

Ryker had that look in his eyes, the same one that Mom had each time I was beaten by Ross.  I hated that look, the look of pity.  "How long are you going to keep your. hunger. strike?" He knew that my so-called father. had thrown me into their lap with no care. Who knows if Ross was actually going to pay them the money back, who knew if.  . .

Fuck am  I going to be stuck here forever?

"I'm not hungry," I repeat the same. words I said to his wife before looking. away from him. Ryker breathed out heavily as he turned to leave the room, the keys jingled once again locking me in this prisoon.  Throwing the covers off, I stay put not wanting to gather attention back to me. 

I needed to get answers, I needed to know what Gabe is saying is true. 

Am I really not Ross's daughter? Because if I am not then. all would make sense, the hatred, the ignorance,  and the absolute torture he has put me through. The hatred Archer showed me, the annoyance Jaxon would speak to me with. .  .

Everything would make sense, but to make it true I needed to ask the one person I knew who wouldnt lie to me. 

Mom.