Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight...obviously.

Thanks to my BETA Kierra and my pre-reader Karen. Without these two ladies I wouldn't have a story to publish.

So I'm back with something new, another plot bunny came and stuck in my head. I couldn't shake it so decided to go with it.

I have never wrote Rosalie and Emmett before, I'm apprehensive but excited about this story and I have been working on it for months haha.

I hope you all enjoy this ride. Please leave me a review to let me know your thoughts. This is something different so I would appreciate as much feedback as I can get.

Hope you enjoy the prologue.

Rosalie

This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. I hired a bodyguard for a reason, so things like this didn't happen. What did I pay that big lump of fucking lard for? To sit on his big ass drinking coffee and eating dunk-in' doughnuts like some run down, off beat cop?

No!

I paid that son of a bitch to protect me. Emmett Cullen, the best in the business apparently. The best... he was not. I was kidnapped. Taken against my will under his fucking protection plan. And if I ever set my eyes on Emmett-fucking-Cullen again, I will string him up by his ball sack and beat the shit out of him. With what? I'm not sure, something small but has a big impact, like a stiletto maybe?

I most definitely should not have slept with him-on numerous occasions. I clouded his mind with Rosalie, lust filled mist. I should've known he couldn't hack the Hale. It was far from professional but he was just so delicious looking. Big broad shoulders with arms to die for. Piercing baby blue eyes that were so bright and he had these dimples that I just wanted to lick. Who could have refused him? I sure couldn't. Emmett was a goofball and so much fun but swore to protect me when I started getting hate mail and death threats...okay one creepy letter but I believed him and look where it got me.

Now, Me, Rosalie Hale, award winning actress from Los Angeles was strapped to a chair in the middle of a pitch black room. Heavy rope bound my wrists together behind the chair. And the same around my ankles. If this situation wasn't as fucked up as it was, this shit would be pretty kinky. I had something stuffed in my mouth to prevent me from screaming or making any other kind of sound. I could hear and smell... that's it. I had no idea where I was. All I could smell was piss, I was sure I was in a rat infested sewer some place. I could hear nothing, it was eerily quiet since my douche bag kidnappers left me here.

You see, this is the problem when your a high profile celebrity. You get a price put above your head and people think they can just swipe you from a charity function-which I was enjoying immensely-and hold you to ransom.

At first I was scared when I had a black bag put over my head and was ushered into the back of a vehicle but, after a while I noticed that my 'abductors' didn't have a fucking clue what they were doing. It was quite laughable really. They didn't try to disguise what they were doing. They wanted ten million dollars cash for my release... Ten million? Is that it? I'm worth a helluva lot more than that. If they'd of just asked I would have give it to them without all this fiasco. I had no idea what they looked like but I knew there was a man and a woman because they were that stupid they called each other by their own names. Alec and Jane. I had a sense that Jane wanted the cash but this Alec dude kept muttering under his breath to her that he belonged with me. It really was a joke.

There was no doubt in my mind that this Alec and Jane weren't the only ones behind this. They really didn't have a clue what they were doing.

I don't know how long I'd been there, hours, days, weeks. I couldn't tell but I was starting to get thirsty and hungry and tired. I was not a very nice person to be around when I was tired, so I hoped my kidnappers would come back soon so I could bite their fucking noses off and go home. Why had no body found me yet? What the fuck was I paying taxes for if the police couldn't do their job properly. I'm Rosalie Hale for God sake! Somebody somewhere must have been doing something, mustn't they? Even though this was not an experienced kidnapping I was still frightened and alone.

I tried to get some sleep but I was tied to a chair and all I kept thinking of was ways to kill Emmett-couldn't-guard-a-badgers-ass-if-he-tried-Cullen. I decided it would be a long and torturous process. Making sure it was painful and unbearable. I'd maybe chop off that pretty impressive cock with a blunt butter knife and choke him with it before getting it preserved and put in a show case for my own personal viewing. That was if I survived from this ordeal. It was all his fault, if he hadn't of been drooling over me all night he would of noticed the psycho's that were going to abduct me. Okay, I can't blame it all on him. If I hadn't of been trying to get his attention and drive him wild wearing a short red, backless Chanel dress maybe this wouldn't of happened. I mean there was leg, ass and tit all over-I have no shame. I should have thought that through but at that time I didn't know I would be taken.

I was so screwed. The only thing I could do was to sit and wait. Hoping that some time soon, someone, somewhere would find me.

Until then I all could do was think of more ways to kill my bodyguard.

Well there we have it. You excited about it? Do you think it's shit? Either way let me know in a review.

Well today is Thursday so I guess I will be updating on Thursday's. Hope to see you all next week for chapter one.