After that thought crossed my mind another thought came popping up; Killer would want to know everything after I get done doing, I guess proving myself to them. I quickly pushed that thought out of my head, I could feel the pain on my back, I knew I needed to hurry this up and take my medicine. But there was no way, they would just let me do anything especially Mathis, so I headed back up to Mathis's room, I grabbed my bag and went back to the bar area. When I got there the men were out with their weapons, when I entered the room, they all stared at me. I knew they were curious when they saw the bag I came in with. Mathis and Killer were looking at me, I looked out the window cautiously and saw that Luca's men were mainly covering the front. So I walked towards the stairs and walked into the bedrooms to find the best vantage point, there's no good points in the rooms, so I walked towards the back exit with Killer and Mathis on my tail.

When I opened the back door a hand stopped me. I looked up and saw Mathis pleading with me through his eyes. I knew he didn't want me to go out there, but I had too, this was my problem not theirs. I shook his hand off my wrist and went to get some payback, I rounded the corner, I noticed they were drawing their guns to start shooting, but I started first. I quickly put my gun together and added a silencer, I aimed my gun at the guy closest to me then fired at the guy beside him. They were so focused on me that they didn't notice till they heard the shoot. Stupid bikers, you need the element of surprise, should've use your silencer. But Luca's men knew down, they started shooting at the windows, which gave me the advantage. Luca's men were distracted, when the next guy came up to shoot I shoot him in the head. Their numbers were quickly lowering, the bikers caused a big distraction for me to take out half the enemy, I finally noticed someone behind me.

I turned around and there was Mathis, he was looking like a goldfish when his mouth was wide open like that. I smirked at him, see I knew what I was doing. I think he knew now that I wasn't like the ordinary biker wife, that I could help the club immensely. When I looked back again, the biker's were carrying into the compound an unconscious mafia member. Turning back to Mathis, he was still speechless, rolling my eyes I disassembled my gun and placed it back in my bag. Walking back inside the compound by the front entrance I guess Mathis finally got over what he saw, and came running after me. When I entered all eyes were on me, ignoring all the eyes and going to the bar, and grabbing a Bud Light. I turned back towards Killer but focusing my eyes on the Baccari Mafia member, I really hope Killer knows what he's doing.

I could still feel eyes on me, I wanted to turn and make them look away, but I knew better. Killer opened his mouth to talk, but I shook my head 'no' and placed a finger on my lips, I grabbed a prospect's drink. I looked to see what I saw, water of course but it will work. Walking over to the hostage I poured the water over his head, he brought his head and glared at me. Big mistake, Mathis now in his evil side, Grim, walked over and punched the man in his stomach, the punch must have broken a few ribs because the hostage was spitting up blood. He purposely spit some of his blood on my shoes, that got me pissed. I worked hard on these heels and blood doesn't come out that good on heels. I brought my knee directly in his face breaking his nose before walking back to the bar. I took my shoes off and handed them a prospect, the prospect was giving me a dumb look. I rolled my eyes.

"Go find someone to clean them." I ordered him, and he didn't second guess. I wondered if he was afraid of what I would do to him.

Killer glared at me before giving his attention back to the hostage. "Who the fuck are you and why were you trying to kill us?" he demanded.

The hostage spat up more blood before saying, "we weren't trying to kill you guys, just someone in this clubhouse."

That was all his said before biting the inside of his cheek, I knew what that meant. I quickly ran towards him, Mathis and Killer was looking at me strangely like I had lost my mind. I opened his mouth and saw a small container with teeth marks on it. Killer and Mathis were behind me examining what I was holding, taking it from me Killer walked to one of the bikers and handed it to him. Wanting to know what was in it, could've just asked me I knew. Mathis wrapped his arms around me to calm my nerves. I didn't even know I was shaking, but I guess finding out that is going this far to kill you, can shake you up. For once I was glad that Mathis was holding me.

Marco is going to find out about this somehow, someway. I knew that when he found out about this he was going to war with the thought of revenge on his mind and not a clear head. I do not want that to happen at all, I had to talk to Marco and I had to talk to him now. But he would still be in Italy for a however long it takes to fix that mess which got me into this mess. Mathis was in front of me wiping away the tears that once again were flowing down my face without me noticing. Killer emptied the room out of the women so they could talk, I tried to leave with the women when Killer pulled me back when I walked past him.

Killer shook his head when I sent him a questioning look. I gave a sigh before going to sit on the couch in the room. Daddy dearest started walking over to the body and examining it. "What was in that container?" he asked Killer.

"Don't know dad, we're still working on it." Killer told him.

"Well work faster." he demanded.

I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to say, "It's cyanide poisoning."

All eyes turned towards me, I swear this thing with getting stared at is getting old and I only just arrived today. Get over me being here, because apparently I'm staying. Killer and Mathis was looking at eachother then back at me, daddy was looking annoyed at me. The other members were just thinking about what I said, and if I was right. Just then the biker that Killer had analyzed the container came running in. "Prez the container was filled with cyanide poisoning."

Again all eyes on me. "How the hell did you know that?" Daddy dearest asked me.

When I didn't answer daddy came over to me a placed a hand over my throat, and started to strangle me. I tried to get him off me, I mean I've had bigger guys strangle me before and I got them off of me just fine. Must be my conscience because this man is my father, but at the same time he's not. Killer and Mathis were both trying to get him off me and they weren't having any luck either. How could I tell him when he's trying to kill me, what did he think I had something to do with those men? Okay so...maybe that was because of me, but I didn't know they would be coming here to kill me.

They finally got him off of me and brought a biker that had combat medical training to check me over. But I just waved him off, I didn't need the check over. All I needed was my pain meds and a warm bed, but there was no way in hell I was staying here with my own father trying to kill me. The prospect that I handed my heels to, was back and with clean shoes. I was about to get them on when I looked up and saw Killer, Mathis, and dad was talking, probably throwing ideas out about how I know that. Looking back down at my heels, an idea popped into my head, picking up one of my heels, I aimed towards that small group. When I threw the shoe, it hit directly on my father's head, I grinned when he looked at me like what the hell.

" Hey jackass it's simple, because I've seen cyanide poisoning before. I know what happens when someone has cyanide poisoning with them or what they look like immediately after taking cyanide. I caught it too late to save your hostage. Sorry Killer." I said to them rubbing my sore throat, then apologized to Killer.

They were looking all dumbfounded at what I told them, walking towards them I picked up the heel I threw at them and placed it back on my foot. I started walking towards Mathis's room to grab my purse and walked back out to the bar with them still standing there, still trying process what I told them. Seeing my bag at the seat of the bar where I sat when I came back in, I grabbed it and started towards the door.

"Ariabelle what are you doing?" Mathis asked me snapping out of his day dream.

"I'm going to a hotel, because there is no way in hell that I'm staying here with a man that just tried to fucking kill me!" I shouted at him while pointing at my father.

Killer tried coming after me, but he wasn't fast enough. I slammed the clubhouse door and practically ran out of there like the devil was on my heels. Mathis came running out right behind Killer, and he was looking pretty pissed. I guess he had a right to be, this is the second time in one day that his wife was running out on him. But I had a good reason, plus I needed to inform Marco because I know he wanted an update on everything that happened in Vegas. Especially the kidnapping. I needed to be alone to talk to him. I knew my mother would be worrying as well because I was supposed to come home today.

Getting in my car I was fully aware of all the members outside talking, having a beer, or in the garage fixing their bikes. When they heard the door slam they all turned their attention to the source which unfortunately is me. God how happy I am to get away from all the stares and whispers about me, if I had to endure that much longer I surely would've done more than throwing a knife into some sluts chest. Turning my car on and throwing my bag into the passenger seat, in the corner of my eye I notice someone approaching my car. Mathis. I quickly lock the doors and put my car into drive and left before he even had time to get to the door.

Driving into town I had found this cute Bed 'n Breakfast, that had some vacancy. I couldn't be more glad because I can feel the pain to my back, what I needed was a hot shower, my pain meds and a soft bed. I pull into the parking lot and grab the bag that had been carelessly thrown into the passenger seat, and start walking inside to check in. There was a sweet little old lady at the check in desk, she looked liked my grandmother on my father's side. She had gray curly short hair, she was about five foot six, and for a old lady she still had her curves. She looked up when she heard the door open and when she did I swear it was like all the color had drained from her face. It was like she had saw a ghost.

"Hi I would like to check in please?" I asked sweetly.

"What now dear?" she asked confused.

"Can I have a room please miss?" I asked again with a little concern in my voice.

"Of course dear, let's see now I assume you would like a single bed." she said turning around to look at the available keys hanging on the wall. "Ah yes here we go, room 17. Just go down the hall and on the left will be an elevator. The room is on the second floor, now when you step off the elevator you turn right, the room will be the last room on the right sweetheart." she explained to me.

I nodded and said, "thank you."

Walking away from the desk, I started to wonder. Why was the women looking at me like she had saw a ghost? Why did she look like my paternal grandmother? Why had all the color drained from her face the moment I walked in? All of this was too much to comprehend right now, I needed a clear head and a good shower. Walking down the hallway I noticed the elevator right away, thank god that when I pressed the up button I didn't have to wait long. Only two floors and what looked like twenty-five rooms available, stepping into the elevator again I didn't have to wait long till I arrived on my floor. Arriving on my floor I quickly step out and walk towards my room, I found it easily and placed my key in the lock. As soon as I walked inside my room, my phone rang. Looking down at my caller i.d I answered the phone instantly, "how's Italy Marco?"