Chapter 6

I was led to a black SUV. The back seat opened for me to enter and I did, meeting Arthur at the other end. I rolled my eyes. The door to my side closed and the tight lipped driver drove off.

I felt Arthur scan my outfit from the corner of my eyes and I stopped myself from rolling my eyes again.

"Should have worn a skin dress." I ignored his statement.

"Where are we going?"

"Baggy jeans and that stupid top?"

"Looks better than a skin dress." I blurted.

"Those legs should've been better displayed."

"For whose eyes?"

He stared through the tinted glass. "Mine."

I scoffed. "Clearly nuts!"

He shot me a glare.

"Surely we won't be going to the park and find ourselves on a merry-go-round," I eyed him. "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see." He smirked. I let out a sigh and stared through my window too as the car sped away.

We got out in front of what looked like a construction site but at the same time, isn't. Arthur looks amused as we went through different doors and then a long passage way that led to another set of doors to go through. The rooms were poorly lit which made it hard to identify the muffled screams and groanings of people, different people. These weren't rooms. They were.. cells, prison cells.

Fear instantly gripped me but I didn't let it show on my face. We then stopped at a particular cell and Arthur moved aside to give me more room to take a look. I saw a bruised woman tied up to a wooden chair almost lifeless and I gasped. Arthur let out a short laugh and I instantly shot him a glare. His expression changed to a deep frown.

"Like you, she's one stubborn bitch that I decided to teach a lesson." He said. " The difference is.." he leaned in to whisper. "She's tied up in there and you're not.. yet." I shuddered. He smiled at his effect on me.

"This is where I deal with all sorts of enemies and people whose crimes is just simply.. disobedience."

I froze. 'Disobedience' that word, Kevin had said the same thing before he decided to get rid of me at the cliff. That woman's sealed lips, those ropes, her bruised body and bloodied mouth, pierced daggers to my heart. I felt my legs weak and unable to carry my body. Then I knew, I knew I needed to leave before Arthur could unravel my weakness.

I turned quickly on my heels and walked away, the hostages from the other cells called out to me as if it was written on my face that I could save them. I finally got out of the building and stopped. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Even I, needed saving. My poor baby couldn't be saved. I felt my eyes water at the memory. No, no, no, I won't let anyone see me break; not Arthur.. I looked up to see Jordan approach me, not even Jordan.

He gave me a small smile which I couldn't return. "Get me out of here." I said tiredly. His eyes didn't hold questions in them as I'd expected. "Please.. get me out of here."

He grabbed my hand and led me to his car a little bit down the road and guided me to settle on the passenger seat. He got around, started the car and quickly drove off. He knew not to ask questions or talk to me, he just drove in silence.

We got home and I quickly got out of the car and ran pass curious stares and up to my bedroom. My legs finally failed to keep me up as I fell to the floor and yet again, my cries were muffled and restrained just because I couldn't let myself be heard by those curious ears now fixated just outside my door.

I cried until I couldn't make a sound and I developed heartache because of it, then it felt like I was dieing slowly. I dragged myself to the bathroom and into the bathtub, I turned on the water.

When the water covered up my body, it then felt like I could breathe again. If Arthur thinks he has me trapped then he's got something else coming for him. I won't fall, I won't break and I won't give up. I must get my revenge. I pulled in deeper so that I can be completely under water.

Jordan came into my room and saw me in the bathtub from where he stood. He looked devastated probably on my behalf. I stared tiredly at him, void of emotion. I had a good idea I looked like a mess but I guess he's starting to see right through me. But there was something about the way he looked at me, like he's been in a similar situation. I don't care, I don't want to.

I adjusted myself in the tub as he approached me with large strides and hugged my head to his thighs. Gosh, it's been a while someone took pity on me, talk more to show interest in my turmoil. I didn't react to his hold and then again, he didn't say a word to me. He just caressed my hair gently and that made me sleepy, so I let myself relax.

Nothing is supposed to break me or even stop me from my pursuit of revenge. It's the only force that has me buried in water trying to pull my shit together. I shivered, the cold was starting to sip into my pores and Jordan noticed.

He carried me out of the tub. Those baggy jeans weighed on me and the 'stupid top' as Arthur earlier described displayed a peak of my bra and he had to refrain himself not to look. He gently put me down, I tried to stand on my heels.

"You'll need help getting out of these clothes," he looked mortified and that looks cute in my head. "Let me get one of the maids to do it."

I stopped him, "no.. no, you do it." I was so close to slumber.

He looked unsure but moved to grab a blanket. I decided to reduce his embarrassment by taking off my wet clothes myself. He noticed and decided to keep his back turned. I smiled at his actions, what a gentleman!

He quickly put the blanket on me and grabbed the wet clothes from the floor and tossed it in a laundry basket.

"You should get some sleep, I'll come check on you later."

I gave him a slight nod. "Thank you."

I lay culled up on the bed and heard the door close.

I heard voices arguing and tried to keep my eyes closed. I recognize one to be Jordan's and the other, Arthur's.

"She begged me to freaking take her home!"

"And I see you decided to play Romeo!" Arthur seethed.

*Maybe if you're a tiny bit reasonable you wouldn't have taken her there in the first place!" Jordan countered.

"I wanted to show her what it means to defy me!"

"By torturing her?"

Arthur scoffed. "What? Torture?"

"I see you're being insensitive."

"Shut the fuck up! I'm still your fucking boss!"

"And I'm your best friend! Before anything else.."

Arthur raked his hand through his hair in frustration. "Wait, you love her or something?"

"I don't have to answer that."

Arthur nodded knowingly at the thought of something. "She's a freaking whore! My whore!"

Jordan looked away from Arthur and bit his lip. My head banged from their loud voices. Gosh, these dudes should get the fuck out of my room and go fight somewhere else. I guess that wasn't a thought anyways because their eyes settled on me. I sat up on the bed. Jordan approached my bedside, leaving Arthur almost roll his eyes at him.

"Are you okay?"

I stared at Arthur who appeared disgusted and then to Jordan who's one knee in front of me. I don't care about their shits but is Jordan in love with me? If anything, I was curious, just curious. It's not like I have any love in me to reciprocate.

"Yes, yes I'm fine."

He looked relieved as he squeezed my hand. "I'm sorry you shouldn't have seen all that in the first place." Referring to the cell.

"Actually, it's not about that, it was something else."

Jordan was surprised. "Something else? What's that?"

I eyed Arthur and overall, I started to feel rage spark in my bones. "Nothing you should know about." I tried to get off the bed and quickly remembered I had no clothes on. Jordan sighed knowingly.

"Hold on." He moved away to get me some clothes from the wardrobe.

Arthur's expression shifted from a disgusted spree to amusement. He eyed me, "what are you, two?"

I ignored him. Jordan returned with some clothes. I suspiciously stared at both men and Jordan took the hint to leave but Arthur remained.

"Do you mind to at least show me you still got some manners left?"

"I own the damn house! I could still choose to stay."

"And what does that make you?"

His demeanor changed. He needs no further probing to walk out. I looked at the clothes. Fuck! Revenge? I haven't obtained any lead on Tara or even Kevin and even if I did, I need an actual route to carry it out but I got nothing. This mansion feels like a fucking prison, I can't make a lone movement without Arthur's men on my tail. I need an ally and Jordan is considerably one.

I grabbed my phone and called Clara. She picked up on the third ring.

"Hi, you got something?"

"Hello to you too and no, not yet!"

"Why's it fucking taking time?"

"I told you I'm not a freaking detective! My schedule's been rough and I got no time to check it out and it's been like what, less than 24hrs since you asked to help you. So fucking chill!"

"I got no time!"

"You can sort it out yourself."

"How? I'm literally in prison."

Clara sighed. "Ana you know how it is in the dorms, I'm sure you need no briefing about that. I promise I'll look it up and this Tara bitch be worth a juicy deal if not, I'll have your head."

I scoffed, "I bet she does."

"Cool, I'll ring you later." She hung up.

I threw my phone aside, I can't wait to get this whole shit over with. It's gnawing at my insides. I want out of Arthur's life more than anything. If Jordan considerably is a good ally, then I better get a move onto my goal.