Harley was down in the basement cleaning Amelia's wounds when she had talked her into to cutting one hand free. Harley cut the hand free and Amelia let out a grateful gasp.
Harley rubbed the woman's hand trying to help her regain circulation.
"Can I trouble you for the bedpan?" Amelia asked "I'm sorry" she said softly
"It's ok." Harley said as she waddled towards the bedpan. She grabbed it as Amelia moved her blind fold so she could see her surrounding.
She quickly covered her eyes as Harley began to make her back to her. She began to slide it under the woman
"I can't, um.. can you just slide it a little more?" Amelia asked and as Harley did so she reached out fumbling for one of the large tanks beside her wheel chair.
Harley looked up right as Amelia brought the tank up and hit Harley right across the head with it knowing her unconscious. Harley fell to the ground. Amelia pulled off her blind fold and looked around her. She noticed a knife and she took the locks off the wheels on the wheelchair with her free hand and wheeled herself over to the knife. She began cutting and the door opened and Gemma began to walk down the stairs.
"Gemma! Nate just pulled up!" Tig could be heard yelling.
Gemma stopped dead in her tracks, turned around, and went back up the stairs and shut the door.
"Gemma Gemma Nate just pulled up he's headed to the back yard. Come on." He said leading her out the back door
Gemma was heading to find Nate as she had just come back in the house.
Gemma was pushed against the wall by Amelia as she held a weapon shading Gemma's throat.
"Where's the keys to Nate's care!" Amelia hissed
"I don't know" Gemma said cooly
"I'll cut your damn throat!" She spat
"I swear. I don't know where they are. Probably still in his pocket." Gemma told her
Just as Gemma finished Harley came up behind the woman and hit her over the head with a heavy ornament she had found.
"No!" Amelia screamed as Gemma shoved her into the wall.
As Amelia hit the wall the sharp object she had once held the Gemma's throat impaled her chest. Gemma moved and Amelia fell to the floor.
"Oh god" Harley huffed
Harley dropped to her knees and felt the woman's pulse. Harley was panting like crazy. She was trying to catch her breath.
"Sh- She dead's" She said through pants and Gemma looked at her as she swiped her bangs out of her eyes.
"her plan. Not mine" Gemma said as she walked away
Harley and Gemma made their way to the kitchen as Harley got sat down in a chair and put ice on her head. Gemma was standing behind her with her hands on her shoulders as Tig was cleaning the weapon with bleach.
"I leave you gurls alone for ten minutes" he scolded
"Any ideas here?" Gemma spat
"Jax can't know about this!" Harley looked at him with a glare
"Yeah this is the last thing the club needs." Gemma let out a sigh
"Well then we better move fast. They're making a run for the Irish. They're gonna be up here tomorrow." Tig warned
"Oh perfect." Harley scoffed
Tig looked at the dead body.
"Bachman" he blurted out and the two women looked at him in confusion
