I woke up and looked around the room, still so luxury and so nice, I've barely been around to other parts of the house. I moved slowly to stand up and groaned as I finally got up.

"This fucking sucks..." I almost touched my left shoulder but looked down at it instead. "I wonder when its gonna heal."

I walked out of the room, down the long hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen on the second floor. I looked over into he forest and saw nothing but trees and darkness.

It was calming but at the same time intriguing, I didn't know what to make of the emotion I've been feeling lately.

Could this be shock? Or maybe dead emotion? I'm not entirely sure as I didn't cry at all when I was shot and haven't felt sad or depressed since I've been shot. I don't even remember the bullet being removed.

I looked around the kitchen and saw a note on the counter, "out for a bit, be back at 200. Don't open the door for anyone."

"Well that explains where Trevor is," I said to myself and grabbed some food from the fridge. Yogurt, cheese, bacon, and toast. I made the bacon and toast quickly and headed back up to the room and sat on the bed with a tray and flipped on the tv

A few arrests were made the other night but no one I recognize immediately was arrested, so that's good. At this point to know how Jackson is I have to check to the news to see if they report he's been arrested or has been killed or died in some other way.

It's awful to think about but it's how it is.

I heard a loud thump and stopped sipping my drink. I set my half eaten tray down on the table next to the bed and grabbed a revolver .38, I started walking towards the thud noise when I heard it again. I stopped and tracked the sound again.

"Where is that little lad eh? You said he got shot by cops the other night shouldn't he be in bed!" One shouted, sounding like he was in my room.

I backed from my room more and went downstairs quickly, I ran into someone in the living room, "come here little kitten," he said in a creepy voice. I didn't know who he was, so I shot him in the head.

"What the fuck!" I heard from upstairs so I ran into the garage and opened the door. I grabbed some keys and hopped onto a motorcycle. Put some boots on and a jacket, helmet and rode out of the garage quickly. I heard them coming out after me.

I guess Trevor was smart in having our bedroom on a tall third floor with six stair cases.

I rode off on the two lane road and around 30 minutes had passed, still near full tank of gas, and I see headlights behind me suddenly. My heart starts racing but I know what to do.

I speed up and when I come up to a car in front of me, I get into the other lane and then in front of the car and keep speeding and continue on. I notice the car that was following me is doing the exact same thing.

"Shit," I say to myself and keep swerving around traffic. Finally there's a ramp and I get off the ramp, the car follows. I go into the city and ride around more and more until I see Trevor. I see Oliver's truck and the crew. I rev my engine at them and Trevor snaps his head towards me and his eyes went wide. I point behind me and he looks, sees the car behind me and he motions everyone to get in the truck. Trevor pulled on his helmet and gets on his motorcycle.

He starts following me and gets to me quickly. He beamed my Bluetooth and we connected headsets. "Marti what the fuck are you doing? You gotta be resting!" He said confused.

"Yeah I know trust me, these shitbags were inside our house, we need better security apparently," I said back.

"Well, we will figure it out when we get home, how many are there?" He asked.

"One's dead in the living room, and I believe there's at least two in the car, I'm not sure," I answered.

Trevor groaned, "on the new carpet?"

I scoffed, "Yeah on the new fucking carpet, okay? I'm sorry!"

"Whatever, I'll wrap them in it when I bury them," he said annoyed and drove in front of me. "Follow me, we're going back to the house to finish this."

"Got it."

I followed him and the crews truck behind us did as well, as well as the stalkers that were behind all of us now. Trevor was signaling to their Bluetooth on what to do when we all got back to the house and the plan was intense.

"Oliver, when you park the truck, I want you to block the garage doors with the length because Marti needs to get inside and get back to bed, I'll get one of my big guns from the living room and come back out. Marti says there's about 2 of them in the truck. One is dead in the living room." He continued, "another thing, make sure you get them in the head, we don't want the driveway to be too bloody to where we can't get the stain out, or if you can, get them in the grass."

"Got it boss," Oliver replied.

When we finally get back to the house, almost having to shoot the stalkers car because they came to close to Trevor's motorcycle, we hashed out the plan.

I parked my bike inside along with Trevor and Oliver parked the truck with the length covering the opening of the garage. Trevor and I ran inside and he got his AR-15 and ran back out. I ran upstairs to the bedroom, then I walked over to the balcony to look over the driveway. I saw three guys get out of the stalkers truck and three of our guys, Richard, Oliver, and Damien, get out of the crews truck. Trevor walked around the truck with his AR-15 and unloaded one quick spray across their chests.

All three of them fell down groaning in pain, two of them died quickly from their wounds and one of them took a bit. Trevor stomped on him and hit the guy in the face with his fists and butt of the gun.

"Call your boss," I heard Trevor say. "Call them right now."

The guy took his phone out and called his boss. The boss answered quickly. "Hello Jim?"

"Don't you ever step foot on my property again or I will skin you alive, do you understand me?" Trevor snarled.

"Who is this?" The boss asked.

"I'm the guy you sent four idiots to his house and now three of them are dead. Your last one is about to be," Trevor said.

"Wait-wait no!" The guy shrieked as Trevor punched him in the face again, Trevor kicked him face first to the ground and stepped on his back.

"Never come near me again shit face," Trevor said.

"Understood." The boss said back to Trevor.

Trevor hung up and ripped the cell phone apart then threw it on the ground. He shot it a few times and then dragged the guy inside.

I quickly walked downstairs and watched as Trevor brought him to the basement. I heard chains go up and the guy begging for his life and being tied up to the wall. Trevor's crew were bringing the bodies to the backyard and beginning to dig graves. I walked to the kitchen and made myself breakfast again, same thing as before and went back upstairs to my room.

I sat on the end and sighed, "who knew I'd be here in about a year, bloody hell."

"Marti," I heard at the door as I was starting my breakfast.

"Yes?" I turned to see Trevor.

"Where's the gun that you used?" He asked. I pulled it out of my waistband and handed it to him. Also took off my leather jacket and set it on the side of the bed. "Thank you."

"No problem," I said and continued watching tv. He sat down next to me with a bag of chips and watched tv with me.

"It's gonna be fun if that guy wants to start a war huh?" He said.

I scoffed, "let me heal first at least, my shoulder feels like shit."

He started laughing and shook his head, "of course my prince."