**Vito
Before I returned to the clubhouse, the atmosphere had returned to normal and everyone, although not settled, was looking out for themselves. Blood splattered all over. The bodies I had dropped on the floor were no longer in sight.
The thought of Lia wouldn't stop making my mind spin. I had wondered what she would be thinking about me, if she was now seeing me as a demon. The way she looked at me with both pain and fury; I didn't like it.
She was the greatest problem I had to solve. But if I showed it, the Prez and VP wouldn't talk well about a woman trying to distract my attention.
Losing guard meant leaving the club, and that would deny me access to the tools I was using discreetly from them.
I leaned on the wall, my arms crossed over my chest, and I watched several men w
