Miguel sat at the head of the table, Clay on the other side, both surrounded by their men, in the Mayan's meeting room.

"The cops are canvasing Charming and its immediate surroundings but from what we know, they haven't found anything that could lead us to their location," said Miguel.

"They can't be very different than us, taking them somewhere isolated or abandoned," said Clay.

"There aren't that many places like that around here," said Bobby. "I'm sure those known places are the first the cops went to scout out."

Miguel nodded in agreement. "It could well be somewhere that isn't abandoned and theirs, or whoever is at the head of their group."

"It could be anyone," said Clay, "they could be in Mexico by now."

Miguel narrowed his eyes. "You still think that this is tied to me, but I can tell you one thing, my enemies fear me more than yours fear you. Besides, it they wanted to annihilate my business; they'd come for me directly, not my wife."

Clay shrugged his shoulders. "OK, let's assume that what you are saying is accurate, who would want to go after us?"

"From what Caitlin told me, there have been several attempts on your club."

Clay's lip twitched not please with Caitlin having imparted him that information.

"The last person they attempted to harm was Teller's girlfriend, Tara. If you don't see a pattern here, then you're delusional."

"Maybe he's right," said Opie as he looked at Clay. "But what would they gain by taking us?"

"Or killing us," added Bobby, "because that is what they've been trying to do from the start with all these shootings."

Miguel leaned back in his seat, each minute passing harder on him.

"Leroy and the Six-Niners could gain in territory and business with the cartel if we're out of the picture," said Opie.

"It's not them," said Piney shaking his head.

"Why do you say that?" asked Miguel.

"It's not the way they do things. They wouldn't have any issues in killing us in the street. If it had been them, the cops would have picked up dead bodies from off the tarmac."

"You have any beef with people in Charming?"

Miguel's phone vibrated on the table, and he took it.

"What is it?" asked Clay seeing him narrow his eyes.

"A text message from an unknown number with an attachment."

"What kind of attachment?" asked Gemma who till then had been standing quietly in a corner of the room.

"A video."

He handed his phone over to Angel seeing Gemma bite her lower lip. No matter their differences, she was a mother worried about her son. "Play it on the TV screen."

Angel took the phone from him, stood and once he was in front of the TV, he connected it to the cable, turned the TV on, and pushed for the video to play on Miguel's phone.

Miguel's nostrils flared as he held back the rage and pain as Caitlin's battered face appeared. Gemma put a distressed hand to her mouth upon seeing her swollen eye and lips.

"Hola mi amor, I need for you to listen very carefully. Their leader is asking for you to meet him, alone at the time and address I'm going to give you. If you inform the cops, they will kill me. With the right contribution," she said tilting her head slightly upon that word emphasizing it, even with the intonation of her voice, "they will let me go. Te quiero mucho, mi alma, mi vida." She lifted the piece of paper with the rendezvous address and time. Which was the following morning at 8 at a location apparently located between the Hacienda and Charming.

Everyone remained quiet as Angel pressed pause, freezing the last image on the screen.

"She didn't talk about Jax or Chibs," said Tig, "and we didn't get a video."

Clay pressed his lips together. "That's because, Miguel has been right all along. This has nothing to do with him or Caitlin. It's about us."

"We have money, why aren't they asking for any?"

Miguel eyed Tig, "Because their client is paying them more than you could offer for their lives. They are paid for one job and that is to kill you, not letting you walk away alive."

"Excuse me, Mr. Galindo," said EZ taking a step forward, away from the rest of the guys.

Angel shot him a mean look. He may not have been a prospect anymore but that didn't mean he could talk to Galindo. "I'm sorry, Mr. Galindo, my brother can't keep his mouth shut."

Miguel raised his hand and looked at EZ. "You have something interesting to add to the conversation?"

"It could be nothing," said EZ shrugging, "but why did she change her body language and tone of voice when she said contribution?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she tilts her head to the side when she says the word and the pace and tone of voice isn't the same as the rest of what she says."

Miguel turned his chair back toward Angel. "Play it again."

Not only Miguel, but the entire room, paid close attention and when the video finished, Miguel shot EZ a glance. "You're right."

"The word chosen is also strange," added Opie. "Why contribution? She could have said: amount, sum, ransom."

"Especially when contributions are usually used for campaigns…" Miguel's voice trailed off and eyes grew wide as he finished his sentence. He then spun around. "Bring me Jacob Hale," he said looking at Romeo, Luis and two others of his men.

"You mind filling us in?" asked Clay as they walked out the room.

"I could be wrong, but I gave Jacob Hale a financial contribution for his mayoral campaign."

"You think he knows something?"

"I think Caitlin is pointing me in that direction for a reason. Either he is behind all of this, or he knows something.

"He's never been one of our biggest fans," said Bobby.

"No, he despises you more than anything," they heard David's voice retort.

They all turned toward the meeting room door where David was standing, in his uniform.

"What are you doing here?" asked Clay angrily.

"Look, I'm not here to stir up any trouble. I imagined that neither one of you would sit and do nothing. Although I didn't imagine seeing you with The Mayans," he said to Miguel.

"We're Mexicans and that means we're a family. They heard, like everyone in Charming, what happened to Caitlin and offered to help."

"You don't belong here," said Clay.

"Jacob talked about cleaning up the streets when he would become Mayor, just thought you should know. He meant you."

"You knew!?" said Clay standing angrily from his chair.

Miguel casually stood from his chair and walked over to David. "Thank you for letting us know. It's helpful."

Before David could answer, Miguel took his gun and shot him point-blank in the heart. David stared at him, unable to utter a word, for a few seconds before staggering and crumbling to the ground between the bar and meeting room door.

"One less problem to worry about," said Miguel as he put the gun away and returned to his seat, his eyes on Clay. "Now we wait for Jacob to get here."

"Do you want us to dispose of the body, Sir?" asked Loza.

"No, leave him there so that his brother can see what I do to people who think they can lay a finger on the ones I love."

"If he's involved," stated Clay, "I'll kill him."

"That's for you to decide, but it might be in your interest to have the mayor at your beck and call and protecting your interests moving forward," proposed Miguel.

"It will depend in what condition I find my boys."

"Fair enough. I'll leave it to your discretion," replied Miguel.