Alright, so here's the deal with this story. I originally wrote this story years ago as a BTR fic, but I no longer have the drive to write it as a BTR fic and I also don't remember the password or anything for my old account anyways. So, therefore, I'm fixing it up and making it into a Jacob/Bella fanfic so that I can actually finish it.

Oh, and another thing this is a lot different than most JB stories I've read before...actually, I don't think I've ever read a Jacob/Bella fic based on what this will be. So, this will be way different than what you're use to...I'm sure..

So, if any of this sounds interesting to you, then please do give it a try.

Warning: gangs, language, violence and some lemons/limes throughout the story (Turn back now if you're offended by any of those mentioned.)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Twilight. I only own the plot...sort of.


Preface

Both boys had their knives pulled on each other. At any moment all hell was sure to break lose. It wasn't hard for someone on the outside to tell that anger was running through them both at the speed of light. This moment wasn't surprising because everyone knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later. Two gangs fighting over one city was nothing more than an accident just waiting to happen.

I, Isabella "Bella" McCarty, stood to the side of the dark alley, pressed up against the cold, brick wall, watching as my older brother, Emmett, and secret lover, as I myself considered him, Jacob Black, stared each other down with daggers in their eyes. I couldn't stop the feeling of guilt that coursed through my veins like a drug. It was all my fault that this was happening when it was.

All I had wanted to do, originally, was prove to everyone a point. Mainly Emmett. That point being that I wasn't a kid anymore. I had been fed up with everyone treating me like I didn't know what was going on around me, when in reality I knew exactly what was going on. I might play the fool at times, but I am truly far from one.

Originally, when the idea of playing Emmett and Jacob against each other, more than they already were, came to me I only wanted the two of them to hate each other enough that Emmett would get off my case about everything. Not once had I ever thought of the consequences that I might have to face if my plan went well. But, now that I found myself face to face with said consequences, I was wishing nothing more than to be able to erase and rewind time.

"Damn it, Bella! You just didn't know when to stop, did you?" I scolded myself, biting down on my lower lip just hard enough to draw blood. The iron taste hit my tongue causing me to frown in disgust, and I let my bottom lip slip from it's place in between my teeth. "This is all your fault," I continued my inner battle with myself as I fixed my skirt, which was a bit messed up seeing as if Emmett had caught me and Jacob in a rather compromising position only minutes before. To say that I was a bit more embarrassed than freaked out right now would be an understatement.

Just then the sound of my brother's anger filled voice brought me back to reality. "You think you can just fuck my sister, and get away with it!" Emmett hissed through clenched teeth.

I swallowed the newly formed lump that was in my throat with a loud gulp. I hadn't seen or heard him that mad since when I was 15 and I was attacked by a guy who Emmett had thought was a good friend of his. Ever since then, Emmett was beyond over protective of me, and treated me like I was still a kid. I knew he meant well, but all I ever wanted was to live my own life.

As for Jacob, I was afraid of what he'd say to Emmett in return. I never told Jacob that Emmett was my brother. Just as I never told Emmett that I knew who Jacob was. I had been doing so well keeping the two of them from knowing about my relationship to the other. But, as the saying goes all good things must come to an end sometime, and this just so happened to be my good sometime.

"Your sister?" Jacob asked with a smirk. "That just makes this all that much better," he smirked mischievously just to get a rise out of Emmett.

"I'll kill you!" Emmett threatened, pressing the knife in his hand violently into Jacob's throat, but not hard enough to create a puncture wound.

Jacob copied Emmett's actions on him. "Bella never mentioned she was your sister," Jacob said regardless of the fact that a knife was just a slight added pressure away from cutting into his skin.

At that moment, anger towards each other was momentarily forgotten, and I suddenly felt two sets of eyes on me. To say I might be screwed would be another understatement right now.


Alright, so there you go! What do you think? Be honest please and thank you!

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