Song: You should see me is a crown by Billie Eilish

Scarlett's POV:

I wake up in a dark run-down room. There are pipes above me and the lights flicker off and on so that I can't really focus on how nasty the place really is. . Not only that but I smell the stale old moldy aroma in the air. Someone hits the side of my head. "Wake up."

My head throbs in pain as my eyes try to adjust on who is hitting me. "Kwan...what the hell." I close my eyes briefly and he hits me again.

"Wake up Scarlett...come on now we have business to take care of." He hisses in my ear.

"Buisness..." I look up and he is leaning down to look at me so close in my face I smell his stale breath.

I try to move but soon realize that I am tied down to the chair. "What the fuck is going on here?" I struggle to get lose but that is not happening.

He smirks and then he gets this shit eating grin on his face. "I have someone who wants to talk to you."He steps to the side and this other guy walks up to me. He pulls over another chair and sits in it backwards. He rests his arms on the back of the chair and smiles a wicked smile back at me.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I met you the other night I believe...what the hell do you want from me?" I jerk like as if I can get away; I'm sure Kwan tied me up with some military type knot that he knows.

"I want you to fight for me...you my sweet girl are going to make me a lot of money tonight." He brings his hand to his mouth holding a cigar and puffs the smoke right in my face. I glare at him.

 "And what makes you think I want to fight?"

"Because whatever I say...goes..." He holds the cigar with his mouth as he pulls out his gun and holds it up right underneath my chin with his other hand he pulls my head back.I on the other hand, hack up my salvia and spit in his face.

"Fuck you."

I knew it was coming and there was nothing I could do about it. His hand strikes nicely across my face. I watch as he drops his cigar to the floor and squish it with his foot to put it out. "You fucking little bitch...you are going to fight or else they die." He holds up his phone. On the display is a recent photo of Meagan with Rylan.

"You so much lay a finger on them and you are dead...you hear me you fucking asshole."

He only laughs and puts the phone back in his inside pocket of his jacket.

"Why me...you should have a guy like Kwan fighting for you. I mean if you want to really win."

"True..." He stops and looks up at Kwan then back at me. "But he didn't take away something that was dear to me...you did."

I look at him a little confused...I don't take people away...not technically I just get rid of their bodies. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You killed my brother, the Dark Devil...I'm sure you enjoyed torturing him for killing your father. I told him to kill him because he was fucking up my business deals and you had your men drag him in and I know you killed him because the word got out fast." He reaches up and grabs the back of my head, forcing me to look at him. "You think you can do whatever the fuck you want...kill people because you can and you always manage to get by with it...in my hometown you are not known as the Cleaner's Daughter...we refer you as the 'Angel blanco de la muerte'."

I shake my head like he has got to be kidding me...the white angel of death...interesting. Maybe it suits me...but then again...

"Do you know what that means?"

"I'm not stupid...what I don't get is why you think I should fight for you? Why don't you just kill me?"

 "What would be the fun in that...I would rather watch you die slowly." He starts to laugh and the other guys in the room follow him into laughter. When he stops laughing the room goes quite. "Then again you are a nice little piece of ass...I could easily sale you. I'm sure you will bring me millions." He pops his neck in both direction and then looks at me again. "But I would rather watch you fight for your life."

Kwan unties me and jerks me up into standing causing me to gasp. I give a death stare. "How could you...I brought you in to my home...to work for me...how could you do this? What do you get out of all of this? And did Atticus know this was your plan all along?"

He bears down on my upper arm and I can feel it starting to bruise. "The Dark Devil...was my uncle. You killed the one thing that meant the most to me...he was like a father to me. I have been working on getting you for over a year now...and no...Atticus had no idea what my plan was."

That made me feel a little better. I loved Atticus more than anything and there is no way that he could ever put me in harms way...not intentionally. I am being shoved down a creepy hallway. I know where they are taking me to the ring. They stop when we get to the door. "What if I refuse to fight?"

"Then I will kill your sister...your god son...your whole fucking family and I will make sure you watch each one die a miserable death including that fucking jerk of a husband of yours. You will fight...you will win."

"And once the night is over...then what..."

"Let's worry about that later." His men open the double doors in front of me and he shoves me onto the main floor. The crowd irrupts in a roar.

"Ladies and Gentleman...we have a special treat for you tonight. We have all heard about her...and tonight she graces us with her presence...the one and only Angel blanco de la muerte."The crowed goes wild. I'm not sure they are really rooting for me...I'm sure the ones that have heard that name are dying to see me die.

 There is already a woman waiting to fight me. Looks like she has done this a time or two, she runs full force at me and I step to the side for her to go past me. I look over to see Lorenzo flash his phone for me to see the photo of them again. I roll my eyes. When she storms towards me again I step to the side again but this time I hold out my arm and she falls backwards losing her balance. I grab her up by the shirt and punch her twice in the face breaking her nose. She passes out with the second punch and two guys walk out and drag her off the floor.

Seconds later another woman appears. This one is a tad bigger than the last. She actually has muscles in her upper arms. We go around the ring a few times. I let her think that she is going to hit me only to dodge her. I do an upper cut right in the jaw and her head swings backwards. She looks stunned and comes back at me. This time I elbow her in the face and when she goes down I shove my knee into her chest. When she is on the floor I hold her down...placing both hands around her neck until she passes out. The same two guys come out and grab her.

I look over at Mateo and smirk. Surely this is not what all he has for me. And it's not...I take out each one that comes out. The last girl was a fighter. She got one in on me right in the side. When I go back to hit her; she swings and hits me first right across the cheek. It only pisses me off so when I hit her I keep swinging and don't give in until I knock her out.

I hear the announcer. "Well...let's hear it for Angel blanco de la muerte." Some of the crowd cheers...others boo...Mateo is sporting a shit eating grin with his friends and I know he is racking up on the money. "Are you guys ready to see her fight some more?"I'm not surprised that that was not all of it. The doors open back up and a guy steps out. He looks like a junky, one of those that might just need the money for his next hit. He walks over to me and I roll my eyes...they are going to have to do better than this.

I grab him by his upper arms...shove my knee in his crotch and watch him fall over. I fight three more guys like it is nothing. Zane made me tough over the years of course with Marcus help. I have endured a lot of pain over the years and so far this is a joke. The next guy comes out and he is rough looking. I am getting tired and I know that is what he was wanting. It's his plan...to wear me down. This guy gives me the fight. His arms are longer than mine and he reaches out and grabs me by the throat and slams me hard on the floor. The crowd cheers as I try to catch my breath. I stand back up. I watch the way his body moves and I search for his weak spot. Ahh...the right knee. When he slams me again into the floor, I bring in my knee and then kick the shit out of his right knee. He falls to the floor. I stand up and kick him again, this time in the face. Not once...I keep kicking him until blood splatters all over the floor.

 I look up at Mateo and he is smiling ear to ear. I run over to him surprising the whole crowd. "How about you fight me you fucking dick."

"Not my thing." He turns to the guy beside him and I see them exchange money.

"Then give me Kwan... I want Kwan."

"You think you can handle him." He laughs. "This might be fun." I watch as he gets on his phone and then slide it back into his pocket. I hear the double door open and Kwan steps out.

"You wanted to kick my ass that first day didn't you...you wanted me, now you got me. Come on let's do this."

"When I'm done with you...you are going to wish that I killed you."

I smirk, "Show me what you got you fucking piece of shit. I killed your uncle...I loved every fucking minute of it and now I am going to kill you."

He lets me hit him a few times and I should have known to slow my pace. I go in to give him an upper cut and he picks me up and slams me to the floor. When I get back up he punches me hard in the stomach; I scream out in pain. I tighten up my fist and hit him hard in the face; he only shakes his head at me like I have got to be kidding. He hits me again and I go down to my knees. I feel his hand grab the hair on my head and he pulls me up. We walk around in circles and then he pulls me up harder and punches the shit out of me. I fall to the floor again. This time I watch as blood drips from my lip onto the floor in front of me.

My left eye immediately swells up and closes up. I take my hand and wipe my mouth. I will not give in to him. Zane would never allow me to give up. I stand back up to see him smirking at me. "Haven't you had enough?"

I slowly shake my head no. I had planned on killing him. I find my inner strength and go ape shit on his ass...and he lets me. Not that he budged any...he stands solid. I keep hitting him until I can't physically hit him any longer. I lick the blood off of my lip and huff in defeat. I know I will never make it out of here alive. I close my eyes for a second...trying to remember everything in my life in those last few seconds.

When I open them back up he reaches out and grabs me by the throat, pulling me off of the floor. He leans in and kisses my lips. I see the blood on his mouth and he licks it away. "Maybe I should buy you...then I can fuck you every day. Make you my little bitch; guarantee that I can get you off better that Mekhi."

There is no way in hell that I would fuck him...no way in hell that I would bow down to him. When he goes back in to kiss me again, I open my mouth and clench down on his nose. I bite so hard that the tip comes off and I spit it back at him right in his face.

"You fucking little bitch!" His pulls back his arm and swings so hard that I fall a good six feet across from him. He trots over towards me to pick me back up but darkness consumes me.

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Author's note: Two chapters again today...sorry left you hanging again. Hope you enjoyed the chapters.

Dying to know what you think will happen...Is this the end for Scarlett...or is Mekhi going to save her in time?