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The Ultimate Mission
"Fear is not a weakness. No. Fear is a good thing. To fear something is to respect it. Without fear, there would be no caution."
Emmett's POV
I gripped the steering wheel of my Jeep hard as I made my way to Bella's apartment. I was scared out of my mind. I had no idea what madness was in store for me. Bella was good at freaking me out shitless.
"C'mon, man up!" I muttered to myself.
And then there was the whole Rosalie factor and embarrassing her in her own domain.
There'd be hell to pay for that one, sure 'nuff.
Finally I got to the parking lot that was near Bella's apartment. I locked my Jeep up tight and made my way across the street.
"Hey Emmett." Cheyenne greeted me morosely.
I frowned. "Whassa da matta wit you?" I even gave her my Italian imitation. That always made her laugh. I always managed to distort the accent so that I sounded like a clogged toilet.
No such luck.
Cheyenne shrugged, sullen. "It's nothing. Bella and--"
I held up my hand. "Say no more Chey-Chey. I'm on the same boat with you."
Cheyenne sighed. "Well, she's upstairs of course. You're free to go on up."
I nodded and shifted to the side. I wasn't particularly anxious to get up there.
"Ahh. She gonna chew you out when you get up there, huh?" Cheyenne enlightened me.
"Nooooo. We're just going to have a nice chat over some tea and crumpets."
Cheyenne rolled her eyes and huffed. "What is it with you Swans today? Or, in your case, Swan-McCartys."
Yes yes. "I know my name buddy."
See, Bella's actually a Swan and I'm actually a McCarty. But her dad hitched my mom up in Tennessee and--Wa-lah! We're related. And mom insisted on changing both our names to Swan. I was all like, no, that's a sissy name. So we finally agreed on Swan-McCarty. It worked for me, sort of. I didn't really hang out with Charlie much. Bella realized that our parents need their space so we both moved here, to Chicago, Illinois, and left the happy couple in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.
Now we both have a bright future and making a good living off of screwing up bad guys plans. Hah.
"I'ma go up now." I said, making my way to the elevator. My sister lived on the top floor and you had to be crazy to go up all those flights.
"She went up the stairs." Cheyenne mentioned, looking at her nails.
My hands balled into fists. Now was not the time to be competitive. But it would give me more time to stall....
I waved my hand at Cheyenne.
"Ah whatever. I don't feel like it today." I said smoothly.
Cheyenne shrugged. "OK." And then she disappeared into the employee room behind the desk.
I glanced at the stairs then the elevator.
I took the stairs.
Edward's POV (Finally)
OK, that babe was hot. Freaking smoking, on fire hot.
And her license plate?
If she hadn't run off, I would've jumped her and done exactly what it said and more.
I let out a low whistle thinking of the brown haired vixen as I parked my Volvo in one of the many garages of my 22-room mansion. Yes, ladies, I am very rich and well off. But I get lonely up here sometimes....you saw my number. Give me a call. *Wink*
Anyways....
I locked 'er up and glanced at my other prized possessions. I had an old 599 GTB Fiorano parked in the corner. I had gotten it two years ago, maybe less, from an old business friend. Most likely a bribe to be invited to my holiday parties which were, I must say, the talk of the town and Hollywood every year. My 430 Scuderia ferrari, a beautiful deep red and a belated birthday gift from my dad, was resting on its specially made rack while my Rolls-Royce Phantom, purchased by me, was just begging for some action. Oh, and did I had I forgotten? I had a Porsche 911 Turbo as well, pure, smooth black. Gift from my godparents, Carlisle and Esme Cullen. You might have heard of them. Insanely rich and famous yet stunningly kind and beautiful. Yep, those are the ones. They also gave me the lowly Volvo, a true gift they said. Sometimes I might want a little obscurity and the Volvo did come in handy.
But I didn't want to look like a stuffy ole rich guy.
So these beauties rarely saw the light of day unless I was selling them or giving them some new gear.
And on the top of my wish list was the Ashton Martin V-12 Vanquish. I know, I know, that it's amazing and costs enough to feed a third world country but I wanted it.
And what I want is what I get. Always.
I entered my mansion through the garage door and slung my jacket over the back of the blue satin couch.
"I'm home!" I shouted. I listened with a grin as my voice echoed throughout the house. I never got tired of that.
But what I did get tired of was nobody answering back.
I sighed and trudged towards the kitchen in search of a drink. I had stopped bringing in random women years ago when I finally got a clue that they wanted my money and not me. I had been so stupid then. Of course, ask anyone and they'd say that I was stupid now.
"Shit shit shit. How am I 'pose to do this? It's going horribly, down, far down the drain. I'm going to loose everything." I wailed to myself. I felt myself start to unravel. I was so stressed out.
I stared into my martini thoughtfully. No one would miss me if I died right here, right now. I mean, sure, a lavish funeral with a bunch of people proclaiming that I'll be missed for all of what, five seconds? Then they'd talk about me as 'that rich guy'. And pretty soon, no one would remember me.
Except for Elizabeth, er mom, and Esme. They would care. They would be the only ones who cared.
And it wasn't enough.
My grip tightened around the glass until it broke in my hands.
"Ouch." I muttered, reaching for a towel to wrap my wet, bruised hand.
If I was going to go, I was going to go painlessly. (A/N: Classic, suicidal, dramatic Edward since 1918)
Bella's POV
I was munching on my Chinese food when my phone went off again.
RiNg-A-lInG! rInG-A-DiNg!
I rolled my eyes and flipped it open.
"'Sup? Swan speaking."
"Do you...honestly....know how fu--funny that sounds?" Someone panted into the phone.
I frowned. "Who is this?"
"It's Emmett!"
Oh. "Dude, I couldn't even recognize your voice. What are you doing?"
Emmett let out a huge breath. "Ugh! I'm running up the stairs like an idiot!"
I muffled my laughter. He was so competitive. Then I realized something.
"I'm not talking to you."
Click!
I turned back to my food with a smile. I was still hungry, just past starved.
RAP RAP RAP!
Drat. He didn't pass out on the stairs. I was so looking forward to trampling him in the morning.
"Go away." I said darkly.
"N-no! I am SO not leaving after what I went through!" Emmett almost gagged on his words.
I tapped my chin, then scrambled to get up off the couch.
"Hey, where's Dracula?"
Emmett sighed in frustration. "I don't know! Last I saw of her, she was half naked in Victoria's Secret."
My mouth dropped open. He left her?!
"You jerk! How could you do that to her? To anyone?!?!?" I shouted at him, leaning on the door.
"Bella, you hate her! Why do you care period? I came to see you. You'd freaking hold a grudge for a century if I didn't do something." Emmett explained, exasperated.
I smirked and twisted my hand on the doorknob.
"I--wah!" Emmett fell through the sudden opening face first onto the floor.
I busted up laughed. That was hilarious!
"Nice Em. You want some Chinese?" I chortled, walking back to the couch and food.
Emmett snorted, dusting himself off. "Chinese? You have no food in here. I don't believe you."
I rolled my eyes and shook the half empty carton at him.
"Uh, what do you call this?"
"FOOD!!!!" Emmett yelled, diving for a box of rice.
"Oh this is good....how'd you....get this?...mmhum...." Emmett stuffed his face.
I gritted my teeth.
"Your favorite person came over." I said evenly.
Emmett froze mid-bite.
"J-Jacob came over?" Emmett whispered.
I nodded, not making eye contact.
"Bella..." Emmett set down his food and stood next to me. He knew what happened. It was like there was an emphathy link between us with stuff like this.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight. I wasn't spilling salt water for the freak.
"He...he came over when I was dressing...well, you can see I didn't finish..." I was still in my robe. "And we just...fought...and then he tried to....break up with me." My voice trembled a bit.
Emmett shook his fists in anger. "How could he--"
"No. I didn't let him. I broke up with him. But I could believe he...he even had the nerve...." I took in a deep breath.
"I kicked him out a while ago. You must've just missed him."
"Lucky for him. I would've pummeled him for showing up." Emmett slammed his fist into his hand. I could hear the thwack! as it made contact.
I laughed weakly and wiped my nose on my sleeve.
"Yeah but...it's OK. Now I won't have any distractions when I start my mission." I half way smiled.
Emmett sighed and leaned over to hug me. I held on tight.
"I'm sorry sis. Do you...want me to stay with you?" He whispered in my ear.
I bit my lip.
"No. Go back to Rosalie. I don't like her, but she doesn't deserve to be treated that way." I patted his back gently.
Emmett pulled back and smiled at me.
"OK." His eyes were shining with gratitude.
He snagged a box off the floor with a grin and wink and jogged out the door, shutting it behind him.
I slumped, missing his warm personality already.
"Bells! Look, I love you so I forgive and all...and I was wondering if I could borrow your car...oh!" Cheyenne burst into my apartment chattering, before she saw me on the floor.
She ran over to me, immediately hugging me.
"What's wrong sweetie? What did Emmett do?"
I shook my head. "No, Em and me are cool. I just...I broke up with Jacob."
Cheyenne's eyes glittered. "You mean that tall hunk with the--oops, sorry." She said when she saw my glare. Not helping.
"Yea. You can have him if you want. He's a loser anyway."
Cheyenne shook her head. "Nope. I don't do leftovers or losers."
We giggled together and I knew I'd get over the loss. It wasn't much of a loss, not after how he acted tonight.
Cheyenne sat back on her heels. "So, I was wondering..."
I rolled my eyes and pushed her back. "Go. Take it. You've already got the other keys. Just be careful with my baby!"
Cheyenne grinned hugely, cheesin'.
"Thanks Bella!!"
I nodded and closed the door after her. I looked at the floor.
Would I ever finish my food?!?
Cheyenne's POV
I danced down the hallway to the elevator (I wasn't crazy) and ran out to the parking lot.
I spotted my best friend's Porsche.
I sighed and lovingly traced the hood.
"Hello my precious. Mommy is letting me borrow you for a bit. I promise, we'll have fun together." I whispered as I unlocked the beautiful invention and slid into the leather seat.
"Oh hello...what's this?" I leaned over and snagged something white off the floor. Bella was too fussy about having junk in her car. Maybe she forgot about the card.
I flipped it over and gasped, shocked.
Who was this hottie? A good time?
Where had Bella gotten this? Lucky.....
And who was Edward Masen?