The sound of the doorbell ringing resonated in the air and Lindsay immediately put down the broom she was using to sweep the main entrance. She stuck her head through the doorway as soon as she reached the entrance to check who was by the gate. “Hey!” She called this security man to get his attention. There's somebody at the gate and you're sleeping, imagine if Charles finds you like this or even Madame Amelia herself.”The security guard immediately straightened up, blinking repeatedly to rid himself of the remnants of sleep in his eyes. As soon as he came out of the security house and was by the gate, he looked through the spaces in the horizontal bars.A small frown formed on his face. He looked back at Lindsay. “It’s our neighbors, the Winchester's, what do I do?”Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets. “Why are you asking me what you're going to do? It's almost like you live under a rock. You know how much madam Amelia hates those people, you can't let them in,” Lindsay decla

Matthew's wounds had not healed completely so he could not drive on his own. He sat in the back seat while Charles drove him to the beach house. It was a long drive but they eventually arrived at the beach house and parked near the house. They pressed the doorbell and Henry was a bit skeptical to check the door but when he saw it was Matthew and Charles he immediately opened it “I've been waiting for you two to arrive,” he remarked as they were entering the house. “The traffic in town was crazy,” Charles replied. “Matthew, I hope you're recovering?” Henry asked. “Yes I am, thanks for asking.” They stepped inside. “So what can we do about the red vipers? What other information do you have that can be of help to us?” Matthew inquired, going straight to the point as they walked into the house. “There's this club that they own in New York, till now it's still very functional and most of the big guys are there. Maybe you can start from that club.” “What's the name of this club?”“

Vito and Ashley were in the condo unit as usual. Ashley looked a little distressed and she paced back and forth. “Vito, he's not picking my calls,” she said softly. Her friend shrugged, “maybe he's just busy.” Ashley shook her head. “Darrell has never been too busy to pick my calls. I think he's ignoring me on purpose.”Vito reached out and grabbed the TV remote, reducing the volume. “Why would you think he would do that to you?” Ashley let out a sharp breath and then she gently settled on the couch, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. “We had a huge fight yesterday and I think he's still angry with me.”“Well what was the fight about?” She asked her friend. “He thinks I'm cheating on him.” Vito almost laughed loudly, “but you are.”Ashley shot her a deadly look which made her compose herself instantly. “I am but he doesn't need to know that.” Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Vito looked at Ashley, “are you expecting any

Deciding to take her mind off things , Vanessa went over to the poor area so she could swim. “Tiffany bring my swimsuit so I can change in the bathroom,” she instructed her. Without missing a beat Tiffany nodded and then made her way to the car so that she could get Vanessa's swimsuit. While she was waiting Vanessa brought out her phone and started to check on some things. She received a text message that popped up. “We have a problem.” The message read and she simply just ignored it, locking her phone and taking a deep breath. It seemed to have such a huge and quick effect on her mood that she was already frowning. She was still trying to straighten her back when Tiffany returned with the swimsuit and she immediately grabbed it. “Thank you,” she replied and then she took the swimsuit and went into the bathroom.While she was in the bathroom she changed into her swimsuit and as she was coming out she tried to adjust it as it was feeling too tight against her skin. On her way to t

Enzo walked into the club, his eyes scanning the scenery. Just like Amelia has instructed, he didn't go with a weapon.His goal was to blend in like any other everyday patron and to get an inside scope of the place, perhaps find out who runs the place and get clues about their connection to Matthew's kidnapping. He wore his sun shades to conceal his eyes and prevent them from betraying his emotion and then he sat down on a stool. The sun shades performed a dual function because it helped him look around without anybody noticing that he was staring at them. “Two shots of whiskey please,” he said to the barman. The music was pulsating in his ears and he continued to look over his shoulders, Careful not arouse any suspicion. From the periphery of his vision he spotted two men walking into an inner section of the club, they had snake tattoos on their arms and they looked rugged.Immediately the barman passed the shots over to him he downed them within seconds and then placed the empty