Ok so some of u have mentioned my grammer and spelling and i have decided to repost the chapters i already have done.. i went thru and fixed what was wrong.. i am workin on my next chapter just be patiant i have two toddlers and its hard to stay at the computer for longer then an hour without one of them smackin at the keyboard or wantin my attention.. plus i have two other stories im tryin to update as well.. anyways reviews r welcome.. any ideas u wanna see happen PM me and ill give credit where credit is due.. thanks

For those who have not read this story.. Bella is a bounty hunter on a mission to kill the man who killed her family.. while doing jobs for her boss she meets and falls for the southern cowboy with a bad rep but something is amiss and its up to bella to figure out the puzzle.. will her cowboy be next on her killers list or will bella get him before he gets her and those she loves..

Songs r in italic so u knw whats the song and whats the story

texts r in bold print u will knw what they r

bellas good side is italics

bellas bad side is in bold italics...

Hope you all enjoy remember i do not own the characters not all of them anyways they belong to mrs stephanie meyers.. the cabbie shaun is my own creation tho

the songs go to the artists..

Now one to the story...

Chapter One: Unexpected Package

There is nothing in this life for me. I make it seem like I live with no fear but that's not true. I fear so much I sleep with a 9mm under my pillow, loaded and ready to shoot. My life has not been an easy one but I still live and that is what is important to me. I live for two reasons. One to find the son of a bitch who murdered my family and two to keep a promise I made to my mom. I still have nightmares about that night.

****Memory****

I had just turned 18 and was having a nice time with my mom, dad and little brother Jacob. I was getting ready to go out with my two best friends Angela and Jessica. I was upstairs in the bathroom putting on my make-up when I heard it, glass shattering and my dad yelling at someone.

My dad was a very respectable man. He was the chief of the police in the small town we lived in. Forks Washington was the one place we thought was safe of the crimes committed that night. Even though he was chief of police it did not stop the man from murdering my family.

As silently as I could I turned off the bathroom light and opened the door a crack to peek out of it. What I saw scared me shitless. My dad was standing at the bottom of the steps facing a younger man. He was a blond man with his in a ponytail and even though he looked like he was nice he was anything but. He was telling my dad something that I couldn't hear but my dad looked like he was trying to protect everyone by talking the man down. Then I hit a bottle on the tub and it fell and the man eyes snapped up to mine. I will never forget those eyes. They were an emerald green but as soon as he realized I was there his eyes went to black.

"Run baby!" my dad yelled and in that second I slammed the door and locked it. I looked around for an escape and noticed the window. I could climb out of it and run to get help. I headed for the window and opened it. I heard the door handle jiggle and instantly climbed out the window and jumped to the tree.

"I'm going to kill you and your family you little bitch." the intruder yelled as he tried to get the bathroom door open.

I climbed down the tree as fast as I could and ran into the woods behind my house in hopes to sneak over to the neighbor's house to call the cops or someone who could help. As I was making my way over I heard three gun shots and then watched as three people walked out of my house like nothing happened at all.

The first was the guy with the ponytail. The second was a red headed women, she was looking in the darkness but then hoped into the car that was there. The third was an African American man who looked to be disappointed. When they were all in the car they speed away. As soon as they were out of sight, I ran into the house. My mom was the first one I saw she had a gunshot wound in the chest but she wasn't dead. Not yet anyway. I started to ball like a little baby at that moment. I dropped to my knees and looked around. Jacob my 16 year old brother had a gunshot to the head so I knew he was dead. When I saw my dad I almost died myself. It looked like he had been beat then put out of his misery.

"Mom, can you hear me?" I asked as I tried to feel for her pulse.

"Bella, honey I need you to promise me something…." my mom was dying and I could do nothing to stop it. She suddenly started coughing which led me to believe that she was shot in her lung.

"Mom, save your breath…" I whispered to her but she shook her head.

"No. Promise me you will live a happy life and find a good man to take care of you. Live and find love…" she started coughing again. "I love you honey."

"I love you to mommy." I started to ball as her eyes went lifeless. Then I heard the sirens.

**** End memory****

I was pulled from my memories from a knock on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone and I don't do visitors.

I got up out of bed and grabbed my pistol from under my pillow. I have learned to be extremely quite I don't make noise at all and I barely ever have a light on that way people can't see me and it appears that I am not home. I walked up to my door and causally looked out my peep hole. It was a delivery guy. I don't remember ordering anything and I don't have any jobs coming up for another week. I refuse to open the door.

"Who's it from?" I asked speaking through the door, while watching the man through the peep hole. He looked to be around my age at least which would put him at around 25. He had brown hair and was skinny, not much to him at all and defiantly not a threat to me. He looked a little confused as he looked at the package.

"It doesn't say ma'am." he replied.

"Do I have to sign anything?" I asked skeptical. Very few people knew where I lived well 4 to be exact, my boss Carlisle and his wife Esme, my partner Emmett and his wife Rosalie.

"No ma'am you don't." the delivery boy stated. This made me a little bit happy.

"Then drop it and leave." I said in a harsh tone to get my point across. He did as told and left it by the door as soon as he left I opened the door just a bit and pulled the box inside. I picked the box up and walked down the dark hallway to my bathroom.

The only light I ever really turned on was my bathroom light because there were no windows in my bathroom. I set the box down on the toilet and inspected it. It didn't have anything on it but my address. That's kind of strange. I plucked my cell phone out and dialed Emmett's number. He picked up after two rings.

"Bells what can I do for you?" Just his voice calmed me down a bit. He was like an older brother more than he was a partner and I knew I could trust him if no one else.

"Hey brother bear, I just got a package. You didn't send me anything did you?" I knew he didn't but I wanted to be sure.

"Na, why did you get something today you wasn't supposed to?" he sounded a little worried. He knew no one knew where I lived but him and boss man.

"I don't know. It has my name on it but no return address." I looked the box over again. I didn't want to open it because whoever had sent it knew where I was which was impossible cense I had 6 different address and this one was not on the list at all.

"Don't open it! It could be something dangerous. I'll be over in a minute." I didn't have a chance to respond before he hung up.

Twenty minutes later and Emmett was knocking on my door with his secret knock that only I knew. It was how I knew it was him. I opened the door slightly just to be sure and let him in.

"Where is it?" one thing I loved about Emmett was when things where serious he got right down to it.

"Where do you think?" he knew I spent my time in the bathroom cense there were no windows. There might not be windows but I felt safe there and what no one knew was that I owned the apartment under me, under a different name, I had an escape route from this room to a very loaded gun room below. No one not even Emmett knew it but me.

Emmett walked back to the bathroom and looked at the box like it was a bomb and he was trying to defuse it. I didn't really want to know what was in it. I have spent a good portion of my adulthood searching for the asshole that killed my family. I have figured some things out like his first name. James and I hate that name now. Just thinking about that night got my blood boiling. I put the thoughts in the back of my head and focused on the present. Emmett was still looking at the box. I wanted to know what was in it. I noticed that it wasn't that heavy so I don't think it's a bomb or anything.

"Just open it." I said annoyed. Sometimes Emmett could be a little to protective. Emmett gritted his teeth and pulled out one of his pocket knives. He slowly sliced the tape on top of the box and opened the lid. He let out a deep growl.

As I peered over his shoulder I seen what had made him growl and my breath became ragged. It was the first time in a long time that I had felt fear.