Her.

Seventy Five.

Harry wakes up sitting in his chair, recognizing he was in his house the events from a day before flooding back in as he gasp looking around before King appears in the doorway shaking his head, "To think my youngest brother turned to such a fucking menace." His voice cold.

"Where is she?" Harry ask sitting up, his body tensing up by the second.

"Somewhere far away, Harold." He answers, "Somewhere you can't hurt her."

"King I'm not here to play fucking games, I want Rose." Harry makes a tight fist. "I want her back."

"Keep wanting because I can guarantee you won't ever see her."

"Give her to me!" Harry suddenly outburst with his voice cracking, "You tell me where the fuck she is, King!"

"Why can't you see this is a fucked up way to raise her, Harold? Can't you see the abuse and manipulation you have over her is toxic? That she was raised in a household with a dried up cracked model mom and a dirty perverted father who couldn't even keep it in his pants for his daughter?!" King yells. "Can't you see how fucking wrong this is? Your own flesh and blood suffering because you give her these twisted ideas of love?"

"You can't see what I see in her, King." Harry's voice low, "You just refuse to understand it."

"Harold, you sound fucking mental...She's stuck in this cycle of abuse...and it has to stop...It's best this way."

"What if I said she wasn't my biological daughter, huh?" Harry raises his brows with Kings confused face, "What if I say I toke her and-and I just kept her? Haley was infertile by the time we wanted a third child, King!"

"What the fuck are you saying, Harold?" Kind ask with Harry reaching out from the desk pulling out paperwork all those years ago, he hands it to King who toke it hesitantly, His eyes scanning through photographs of people they had knew years ago who died, "This-This doesn't explain shit to me; what the fuck did the Salvadorans have to do with Rose?"

"Remember that day they came begging for money and I turned them down and they ended up getting brutally killed by another mobster? They kept her hidden in his cave deep in the forest with food and water lasting months...My men brought her and I was with Pandora by my side..I swear to you, King I was going to kill her right then and there but she ended up fighting with Pandora and the way she had such fire and anger inside...made me keep her...Haley was on a breakdown after finding out she was infertile and I just convinced her Rose was her child...and we kept her, King..." Harry explains. "She was mine then...She's mine now."

King's brows raised with his brown eyes wide trying to process everything, "Whats even her real name?"

Harry snaps his finger as a lightbulb goes out, "Seven!" His voice as if he was proud, "It's Seven."

"Harold, you have no idea what horrible secret you've been keeping from her...She'll kill you." Kings voice sounding like a warning, "This shit is enough to send someone off the edge..."

"But you see? She's not my daughter!"

"It's still a predatory mindset since you raised her, Harry...No matter how many times you try to sugarcoat...it's even more fucked up than the last." King hands him back the photos, "Th-This is too much to take in, Harold...You...You evil human." King shakes his head, "Where did we fail in life to make you this way?"

"I'm not sick, King...There's not a bad bone in me..." Harry's voice was soft almost convincing, "Don't you see that you keeping her away...drives her crazy? I know I'm not alone in that feeling."

King swallows hard, shaking his head, pulling out his phone making sure it was recording knowing the whole conversation was blasting through his house where she was at, "She needed to know, Harry." He says as Harry gains realization, "She needs to know that this isn't a life for her to live...to let go of you."