“What is happening? I don’t like going in blind.” Before the car can stop, Val walks out, waving our car toward the barn door, where it’s wide open. I can’t see anything inside but the cars and bikes at the front, some fallen over. Dead giveaway of the kind of chaos that has happened here.

The car stops, and before Tony can come around to open my door, I slide out and slam it closed behind me, glaring at Val.

“Seriously? What the fuck am I doing here, Val? You fuck a biker’s woman? Hmm?” I flick his chest and roll my eyes, stepping over the wet ground. Puddles of blood are meshed with the mud and I turn around, glaring at Val again. “I’m going to kill you.”

“Look, I know, but listen! Lala!”

I spin around as he grabs my arm. “I need to warn you what’s inside, because it’s not pretty.”

“Really?” I snap. “Well, neither am I!”

Val rolls his eyes. “Girl, shut up. No, but seriously.” His hands are on my arm and I search his eyes, looking for a sign. Anything. “This is bad. It’s Gio, he got your—” I don’t let him finish the sentence before I push away from him and head into the barn, my heart racing in my chest. What the fuck have you done, Gio?

I enter through the doors and pause when I see the pile of bodies lying in the middle on top of each other.

“Okay. Someone needs to tell me what the fuck is going on.”

I turn to the side, where I see a group of men, all bikers. One older, one slightly younger and attractive. He grins at me and I narrow my eyes. Okay, more than attractive, and then an even younger one beside him. “Anyone? Why the fuck am I here?”

“Because of me, principessa…”

Chapter Sixteen

At the sound of his voice, I spin around. It can’t be. There have been times during my life where I have thought that maybe it was wrong. Something was wrong.

“Papa?” I freeze when I see him standing on the other side, his suit soiled with blood and his cheek cut. I run toward him, my arms flying around the back of his neck to pull him into me. Even now, as a grown woman in four-inch heels, I whimper in my father’s embrace. “What is happening?”

“Ah, my girl. You have been so good these years.”

“Papa, what the fuck is happening?” I gesture to the bodies piled up in the middle of the room. Ten, at least. “How and why?”

“A lot of reasons, none of which we have any time to discuss right now, principessa. We can continue back at the clubhouse.”

“Wait!” I hold up my hand. “Why here? What has this MC got to do with us?”