This is my last update of the year! I just wanted to say a massive thank you to all of your support you guys have shown me and reviews that you have left. I'll be back around February next year, but until then, I'm still able to be reached through here if you send me a PM, or if you wanted to add me on Facebook or Snapchat :) Also, make sure you check out the authors note at the bottom in regards to my upcoming stories.

"I'm going to be right outside," Eric's eyebrows were drawn in tight together, not particularly happy with the plan but knowing that it was the best option they had. "And if anything happens, you just shout and I'll come in and—"

"You'll come running in and shoot the place up," Melissa gave her Eric a knowing smile and reached forward to kiss him chastely on the mouth. "It's going to be okay. It's a coffee shop, and we're out in the open, even though I would have been completely fine anyway." Eric's eyes were still narrow as he let go of Melissa's arm and glared over to an expensive motorbike that was parked at the curb. A motorbike that definitely didn't belong to any of the Phantoms, because it belong to Jason DiLaurentis, the president of the Devils Sons.

And he was willingly sending his woman in there to speak with him, without back up.

Melissa had come to an agreement with the Devils Sons a while ago, that she would represent them on occasion, and so she was also in touch with their current legal representation. This also meant that she had a direct phone number for Jason, and that was what she had used to call him and tell him that they needed to speak. Eric wasn't particularly happy about the fact she was going to be meeting him in person, he would rather that this all happen over the phone or via Skype, but Melissa had told him that he knew just as well as she did that this was the sort of thing that was best face to face. So he had relented by saying that they could meet up, but it had to be at a neutral position and in a public place, and only if he was close enough to see her at all times.

"I won't be too long," Melissa murmured, patting his lightly on the chest before turning and walking into the coffee shop. She took in a deep breath before pushing open the door and going inside. Jason was sitting at the back of the coffee shop, his back to the wall and his eyes flickering around the shop before resting on Melissa. He gave her a nod, not saying anything as she walked over and sat down next to him, lacing her fingers together on the table top.

"Hastings," he said shortly.

"Jason," she gave him a smile that she hoped seemed friendly, even though inside she was furious.

"What can I do for you today?" Jason asked, his gaze going to the window of the coffee shop where Eric was standing, glaring at them through the thick glass. "I see your man isn't too happy about this."

"He's not, but he knows that you and I need to have a conversation," Melissa licked her lips before deciding she just needed to get right into it. "You know about the murder in our town, that was on the news? CeCe Drake?" Jason didn't say anything, his lips pressed together, before nodding his head once. "And I'm sure you've heard about how Hanna Marin, the fiancée of Caleb Rivers, the VP of the Phantoms, is the main suspect in the case?"

"I know who Hanna and Caleb are," Jason stated in an almost icy tone.

"Of course," Melissa ignored the snippiness in his tone. She was just covering all her bases, even though she knew that Jason was well aware of who Hanna and Caleb were. As a president of his own club, he had to know as much as he could about clubs around him, and then of course there had been the incident almost two years ago when Hanna had shot Noel and there was the possibility of a club war starting between the the Phantoms and the Devils Sons. "Well," she licked her lips again, feeling nervous about the statement she was going to make. "From the evidence and witnesses we've spoken with, we have come to the conclusion that it was in fact your sister that was killed or at least perpetrated the murder."

She had said it.

It was out now, and she couldn't take it back.

All she could was wait.

Jason stared at her, his expression not giving anything away. He was very much like Eric and Caleb in that manner; extremely good at not showing anything on his face.

"Why do you think this?" Jason asked.

"Well, we're guessing that it's to get back at Hanna for killing Noel," Melissa lowered her voice a little so that none of the unassuming coffee drinkers around them heard what they were talking about. "We know that Alison asked for Shana Fring to steal Hanna's wallet and plant it at the scene, and we know that Lesli Stone was involved as well—we assume she planted CeCe's wallet in the club house, although she's not talking yet." Melissa tilted her head to the side and shrugged a little. "I'm really not to sure how your sister does it, but she definitely has a way of making people do whatever she wants them to do."

"It's a gift," Jason grunted, heaving out a breath through his nose. "Something she's done since she was little." Melissa purposefully didn't say anything. He had started talking, and she didn't want to risk saying something that was going to make him shut up. Jason stared at her for a long time before sighing heavily. "I recognized the girl, when she was on TV. Her and Alison had a lot to do with each other a few years ago, she was always hanging around the club, and then they must have had some falling out and I never saw her again."

"Must have been around then when she started hanging around with the Phantoms," Melissa surmised.

"Maybe," Jason shrugged. "I didn't think that she actually had anything to do with the death, but..." he clenched his jaw. "But she's always been...Very single minded when she has a goal in mind."

"To the point of murder?" Melissa already knew the answer, but she couldn't help but be shocked that Jason just seemed resigned to the fact. If she had just been told that there was strong possibility that her sister had master-minded a murder to frame someone who had killed her deceased lover, she would have a bit more of a surprised response.

"Maybe," Jason sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "My sister can be...Vindictive. Petty. She likes to get her way...She doesn't like it when people stop her from getting what, or who, she wants. I know how she can be, and what she's capable of...But at the end of the day, she's still my sister. She's my blood." Melissa gave him a moment before continuing.

"I understand that she's your family, but remember that Hanna had to kill Noel, who was Eric's brother—his blood," she said. "But Noel was in the wrong. And so Eric had to accept that." Jason's lips were still pressed together and pale, and Melissa shook her head. "Look, at the end of the day, this is going to go to the police. We're going to the police," she told him. "We're taking the evidence in. Usually this sort of thing could be resolved in house, between clubs, but this has already gone to cops, and to clear Hanna's name, they're the ones that need this evidence."

"And you said that you had witnesses?" Jason asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes," Melissa stated, her voice strong. "This isn't going away, Jason. And if you think that trying to bury this and letting the old lady of a VP go down for this, you know that there's going to be an all out war declared." She raised an eyebrow. "The fact that I'm telling you this is a courtesy. We could have just gone to the police. I'm giving you the opportunity to make things right first. Alison would get a better deal if she handed herself in, and co-operated, and pleaded guilty."

"You came here today to ask me to get my sister to go to the police and say that she is guilty of murder," Jason summed up blandly, giving her a flat look, which was clearly asking her if she was crazy. Melissa met his gaze with a tiny, almost sympathetic smile.

"I did," she responded.

"Right," Jason sighed.

"You said that she's your sister," Melissa spoke softly, almost kindly. "But it's come down to a choice. It's your sister, or your club." Jason's eyes looked pained, for the first time letting his emotions play out on his face. "And at the end of the day, it's only your sister who is guilty and deserving of punishment in this case. If you hide her away, and you let Hanna—the old lady of the VP—take the fall, then you're a threat against the brotherhood. You know that won't end well."

"Hanna?" Caleb walked into the lounge with a glass of water, handing it to the blonde who was sitting on the couch. "Hey, drink this. You're still really pale."

"I don't know, I'm just feeling a little woozy," Hanna shrugged.

"Have you thought about going to a doctor? I remember you mentioning your stomach a few weeks ago. It's not normal to still feel sick these weeks later," he sat down on the end of the couch, lifting up her legs and resting them over his lap, rubbing her feet softly. Hanna let out a contented sound as she lay back down on the couch. She heard Caleb's phone vibrating and he answered it, putting it on speaker so that she could hear what was being said.

"Caleb? Is Hanna there?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Okay, well, we think that it's going along as planned," Melissa told them. "We talked to Jason today, and I think I got through to him."

"Wait, Jason?" Hanna frowned. "As in Jason DiLaurentis?" She frowned over at Caleb, but he didn't look surprised. "That was your plan?"

"Yes, and it looked like it's going to work out in our favor," they could practically hear Melissa's smile through the phone. "I mean, we don't know for certain yet, when we left him he just said that he would think about it, but I really don't think that he's going to risk the brothers of his club because of a mistake that his sister made."

"When will we know for certain?" Hanna asked.

"Um...Half an hour? Maybe longer? He's just making a few calls," Melissa sung out. "So relax! It's all going to work itself out." She ended the call and Hanna looked at Caleb.

"You think that this will work?" She asked softly.

"If it doesn't, then we will find another way," Caleb murmured, rubbing her feet again. Hanna nodded, taking in a deep breath and leaning closing her eyes again. Caleb swallowed hard as he narrowed his eyes, taking her in. She was pale, her breathing a little more shallow than it usually was, and her hand was still cupped over her stomach protectively. He made a concerned noise at the back of his throat and continued massaging her ankles.

Now, something that I wanted to ask everyone, is if you can all check out the upcoming stories on my profile, and let me know what your top three picks would be? Just so I have an idea of the ones that people are looking forward to and can focus on those :)

The things that I'm into at the moment are Charles/Erik from X-Men, the reboot trilogy, with Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy. Holy shit. So beautiful. Completely obsessed. And then it's like I've become re-obsessed with Derek/Stiles from Teen Wolf. The songs I've had on replay are Can't Fight This Feeling by Justin Timberlake, which I know has been completely overplayed, but it's just such a happy song, I'm totally in love! And the second one is Last Night On Earth by Delta Goodrem, which is just so sweet. And the last one is Give It Up To Me by Sean Paul and Keyshia Cole, an old one.

Right! So, I'll be back next year, pretties :) Until then, one last review? Pretty please? And I'll send out a preview :)

Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year to you all :) xxx