(Isabella's POV)

The feeling of something cold pressed against my temple had me waking up with a start yet again, I went to scream as a shadow stood over me, but I soon realised that my mouth was muffled with a gloved hand.

"I'm going to remove my hand if I hear the slightest sound coming from you, I'll shoot your brains out" Ezra's voice spoke cutting through the silence of the night, I nodded hurriedly as tears made there way down my face.

"The blood brotherhood gang raided our club house today, but you already know that don't you" he spoke, my eyes widened, I wanted to open my mouth and scream that I had nothing to do with them but I know he's not kidding about blowing my brains out.

"How convenient it is that they raided our club just as I blew your cover, you thought of everything didn't you, you even had Zach here preventing him from coming to help out" I shook my head at his words "Is he okay?" I dared to whisper, his eyes hardened as he shoved his gun further into my temple "Jeremiah is in the hospital" he spoke his tone nothing short of vicious.

"Come on, you're coming with me" he spoke grabbing me by my hair and pulling me out of bed, I screamed gripping his hand to try to ease the pain from my scalp. He dragged me down the stairs before tying my arms and legs and throwing me in his truck.

The sound of his phone ringing cut through the sound of my cries "Okay.......meet me at the basement" I tried to muffle my agony as I heard those words, the basement meant I'm hours away from meeting my grave, a couple of months ago I would have been relieved that I get to be with my mom but in this moment I want nothing more than to live.

The truck soon rolled to a stop before I knew it I was again being dragged out of the truck by my hair once again, the lights of the basement where already turned on when he opened the door, which means that whoever he was talking to on the phone is already here waiting for us to arrive.

He dragged me down the stairs as I whimpered from the pain that was coming to my scalp, as we came upon the last step he threw me to the centre of the room. My eyes landed on three pairs of feet, I looked up my eyes falling on Andreson, Knox and Zach, his eyes were hard but as they landed on me they turned into rage "What the hell did you do to her?" he screamed running towards Ezra followed by Anderson.

Ezra opened his mouth to try and explain as to why I was there in the state that I was but he didn't have the chance to explain as Zach landed a hard punch to the side of his face. Anderson and Knox moved forward trying to get Zach away from him trying to prevent him from killing Ezra.

I took that as my chance to escape but soon realised I was not going anywhere as I landed back on the floor with a cry I looked down seeing my ankle the size of a tennis ball, Zach hurried over to me moving the hair from my face "What did he do to you baby girl?" he spoke his knuckles dripping blood down my neck.

"Tell him Isabella" Ezra yelled as he and Knox managed to get Anderson away from him, he got up wiping his mouth from the blood that dripped out of it.

"Tell them who you are"

"What are you talking about?" Zach screamed back at him before three sets of eyes landed back on me "What is he talking about Bell?" Anderson spoke coming to stand beside Zach who still set in front of me.

"Less than a year ago I was part of the blood brotherhood gang, back then I was dating Andrés, the son of the head of the gang. I was responsible for all of the drug trades that went down during that time" the heat from Zach's hands vanished along with any twingling hope I had of them believing that I am not a part of the attack that happened today.

"The drug trade that went down where José was killed, did you organise that" Anderson spoke venom lacing his voice, he was referring to Andrés youngest brother, I remembered that drug trade, José insisted on leading the men for that drug trade, but that deal ended up going south fast. The dragon tattoo that is inked on my back hide any reminders of the consequences that I suffered from that drug trade, it took months until I was able to close my eyes without feeling and hearing the whip clash against my back.

I nodded knowing damn well the reason behind his question, I was responsible for the death of their friend Ryan. I didn't dare look at Zach, I didn't want to see the hatred in his eyes.

The sound of shouts and curse words filled myears as a wave of pain and dizziness hit me, black dots clouded my vision untileverything around me turned black.