The Queen of Boston

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

bpov

"And so Acerbi and Abruzzo did this," I announced, trying my hardest to reel in the anger that was so desparate to burst out.

"I dont know how, but yes," Emmett nodded.

I released a heavy breath and looked down at the expensive watch on my wrist. I eyed my wedding band idly. "I've to be at the prison for visitation in fifteen minutes," I said. "He doesn't know yet does he?"

If he did he'd tear the prison apart.

Emmett shook his head. "I'm sure he has an idea, Bella. But Jasper is probably the one he's most concerned about."

"And he's still on the missing list."

Emmett nodded once.

I stood up straight and ran my palms along my black pencil skirt, calming myself.

"Jenks is still working on it?"

"Of course. Bella," Emmett rested his large hand on my shoulder, forcing me to keep eye contact with him. "We're going to get him out of there."

I smiled. "I know." Oh I knew I was getting my husband back. It was how I was going to kill every last fucker that put him behind bars in the first place that I was concerned about.

This city would burn for what they put me through. What they put my baby through.

"We're still meeting for target practise after, yes?" I asked him as I made my way to the foyer and my lambo which I've been driving like a maniac in to and fro from the prison. My present from Edward. It seemed like forever ago.

"I still think you should tell Edward about that."

"He'll find out in due course," was all I said as I shut the door behind me.

I drove from what I could only still describe as my estate and out onto the highway, racing time to be with my husband, all the while thinking and plotting.

Who says Boston couldn't have a new queen?