Hey guys and gals! Just popping by with chapter four of this lovely story, hope your all enjoying it as much as I am writing it. ;DD
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ThirdPersonPOV:
"The whole thing turned out to be a waste of time for everybody involved..." Jimmy was fighting to keep the shake in his voice under control as James was holding a gun at his throat, he desperately wanted to tell Rose where he was and what was happening, but if he did James would surely kill him, "Who else was involved Jimmy?" Rose's suspicious voice rung out from the phone, but before he could answer James snapped the phone shut.
"Very good." He said to Jimmy, staring at him with his piercing grey eyes and shoving the phone in his pocket. He then left Jimmy tied up in the closet of his office with no chance of escaping.
James walked out of the tattoo parlour with his cell phone glued to his ear, "Listen, I need a favour. Rosalie Hale, 134 Perry Street, credit check and her recent activity, 'kay? Thanks." He muttered, climbing into a black SUV and hanging up with the stranger.
EmPOV:
FINALLY! Rose had managed to shut up! I was getting sick and tired of her whining, I was grinning like an idiot until I started to smell smoke, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I looked into my rear mirror... Holy shit! There was smoke billowing from the trunk! "Rose? Rosalie?" I yelled, no answer, fuck! I pulled over quickly and rushed out of the car.
As soon as I pulled the trunk open Rose's fist connected with my crotch, I doubled over in agony as she threw the flare away that was causing the smoke, that girl has got a fucking arm! And she's clever, more than I thought, "Did you really think I was gonna stay in there the whole time?" She screamed in anger and shoved me over, she then made a run for it, I growled and got up from the floor, holding my balls and running after her.
She squealed as I caught up, I managed to grab her waist and pin her down on the floor, getting her back in the car was not easy, I'll tell you that.
ThirdPersonPOV:
Eric made his way into Irene's tiny office, it was littered with papers, folders and CCTV screens. Eric had black and blue bruises smudged under his eyes, not to mention a cut on the top of his nose too, which was given to him by Emmett Cullen the day before. He came to a stop in front of Irene's desk, she looked up at him from her old leather chair, "What the hell happened to you?" She asked him, frowning, "Emmett Cullen." He responded, "The asshole head-butted me." He grimaced, "If only I gave a shit." She sneered, "Did you get my money?" Irene asked eagerly, Eric fell silent looking uncomfortable.
She sighed impatiently, "Tyler!" She screamed, Tyler was another one of Irene's minions, he was also after Emmett's money. Irene ordered Tyler to bring up his account, "Emmett Cullen," Tyler began, "Ex cop, fired last year for neglecting duty, current gambling debt is just over eleven grand and we haven't seen a penny in two months." He sighed, staring at the computer screen.
Irene sighed angrily and paced around the room holding a golf club, "This is not good. We've let this thing slide and people are gonna start thinking 'Irene's gone soft' and they don't have to pay up! Get him in here, Eric, break some part of his person, I'll get my money back and we'll all have a nice holiday weekend." Irene said, pointing the golf club at Eric who was now smiling.
RPOV:
"Unbelievable..." I muttered, I was now handcuffed to the inside of Emmett Cullen's passenger seat, perfect! We were now at a gas station and Emmett was wiping the windows of his beloved car.
"How did you find me anyway?" I turned to him and asked sharply as he was placing the nozzle in the tank, he grinned and walked around the side of the car, "Well, I knew you'd called your mother, so I went to see her," He started, "You went to see my mother?" I asked in disbelief, "She didn't know I was there." I huffed, "Yeah, she said you went to 'suck up some luck' and I remembered your dad had some crazy theory about how all the losing at the track must leave some extra luck lying around." He said, I frowned, "I had no idea you knew all that stuff about me." He grinned again, "Of course, we were married. But honestly? I love being single. I love everything about my life, good job, great friends," He began listing things off on his fingers, I rolled my eyes.
"Hot girlfriend." My ears pricked up, a stange feeling churning in my stomach, gah! I'm not jealous! "Girlfriend?" I questioned, "Oh, you didn't know?" I shrugged, "Oh well I've had number of casual crazy, sex-filled relationships since you and I crapped out but I think this lady might be the one." He smiled, is he trying to make me jealous? He was obviously bluffing... I hope.
"Hm, what's her name?" I probed him, he was silent for a moment, "Bella." He finally answered, "Smokin' hot body, great cook, smart, very smart..." He started, I nodded, "Smart for a stripper?" I asked, he frowned, "She is not a stripper." I turned my body around to him, "Well then what does, uh, 'Bella' do?" I asked lightly, "Judge." I stared at him, "What?" I asked as he put the nozzle back in the gas machine, "Circuit court of appeals judge." He grinned as he came back to lean through the window, "Oh bullshit... Bullshit!" I sat back in the chair as I heard him laugh, "No, I'm not bullshitting! She really is a judge, really just like the one you skipped out on." He commented, I nodded sarcastically, "Its funny, the little coincidences in life." He said thoughtfully, I just rolled my eyes.
Emmett finished up at the station and he started driving around the city, I was sick and tired of being restrained, I just wanted to get out of here! After a few moments silence I couldn't take it anymore, "Alright, thats it! I give up. I just, don't wanna play anymore." I muttered, digging five hundred dollars out of my purse.
"Here, take it." I shoved the money at Emmett, he looked at it for a moment, "Whats that?" He asked, "Five hundred dollars. Just take it and dump me anywhere, on the side of the road, anywhere! I don't care." I told him, he stared at me incredulously, "Uh honey, I'm getting five grand just to bring your ass to jail so just do the math." He smirked, turning back to the road, "No," I started sternly, "You do it." I poked him in the shoulder, "No." He argued, "The Emmett Cullen that I knew, he could take five hundred dollars, walk in to any casino and turn it into five thousand dollars, like that." I snapped my fingers, "He could turn it into ten thousand dollars!" I said, "Try fifty." He smirked, I sat back and thought, "Well, I dunno, I wouldn't go that far." I frowned, he stared at me for a moment, "Why not?" He asked defensively.
"Hm, I dunno, you think you still got it?" I challenged him, he snorted, "Hell yeah I still got it." I smiled as he got hyped up, "Wait..." He began, sniffing my game out, "This isn't about the money. No. This is about me doing my job." He stared straight at the road, "Hm..." I breathed, fanning myself with the money, I could literally see him crumble before my eyes.
I smiled as he pulled into the Taj Mahal Casino, "Alright!" I grinned as he released my wrist from the handcuffs, "Now, listen. Remember, if you win, you let me go. Okay?" I said as I got out of the car, "You get what you want and I get to go-" He interrupted me with a sigh, shutting the car door, "Don't tell me your story, how could I forget?" He rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag off the roof of the car, "C'mon." He then escorted me into the building.
ThirdPersonPOV:
Mike stopped his car dead as he spotted the blue Delta being driven into the parking lot, "Oh! Oh yeah. Found ya!" He laughed, reversing his car, "Mike," He began to himself, almost giggling with glee, "You are a huge stud!"
-Tyler on the phone to Eric-
"Eric, be honest. Apart from chasing some guy down, breaking his legs and beating his face to a bloody pulp... You don't get a lot of aerobic exercise." He said gently, "Why are we even talking about this?" Eric asked stubbornly, walking out of 'White House' with five bagels for himself, "Cos you're gonna get me killed someday when you're too slow to react in a life and death situation." He explained, Eric glared into the phone, "I am not too slow!" He defended, then suddenly Tyler's phone beeped, alerting him that he had an incoming call, "Its Irene." He informed Eric, then proceeded to cut him off.
"Yeah?" He answered Irene, "They've spotted Cullen at the Taj," She informed him, "He's driving a blue Delta 88'." She said, Tyler nodded, "I'm on it."
EmPOV:
"Okay listen," She looked up at me, "There's this kid, he works at O'Dooles and he gives me information sometimes..." I broke in, "You mean he's a snitch." I corrected, she gave me a look, "Yes." She answered, I smiled, "But I think he's in a lot of trouble. I had him ask around about this suicide. This guy that dove off of a roof-" I sighed, "Shows me what you know, suicides don't dive they go feet first!" I informed her, she looked up at me, "See, is that true? How do you know that?" She asked softly, "Every cop knows that." I rolled my eyes.
"Well, if every cop knows that a suicide goes feet first and this guy went head first then why would a cop rule it as a suicide?" She looked up at me with those sparkling blue eyes, her eyebrow was raised in question, why the hell was she asking me? "How the hell should I know?" I shrugged, "Why don't you ask the cop that filled out the report?" I asked her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, she just looked at me and sighed in annoyance.
ThirdPersonPOV:
Mike drove into the parking lot and jumped out of his car, he quickly made his way over to Emmett's Delta and crouched down beside the trunk and began knocking on the metal, "Rose!" He whispered loudly, "Rose! Its Mike, I'm here to save you!" He said then waited a moment for the empty trunk to respond.
When she didn't answer his face dropped, "Oh god, she's passed out!" He panicked, he ran to the passengers door and prayed that it opened, when it did he pressed the button which opened the trunk and sighed with relief.
He quickly shut the passengers door and rushed around to the trunk, "Okay, here you go. I got you." He said as he opened the lid. He looked in and prepared to grab the non-existent Rose, he then gasped as he realised she wasn't there, "Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit!" He cussed, shutting the trunk and frantically running a hand through his greasy hair.
Mike then looked up and his eyes widened as he realised someone was standing there, "Hey," Tyler greeted with a devilish smile, assuming it was Cullen, Mike gave a small nervous laugh, "Delta 88'," Tyler began, nodding towards the car, "Nice car." He said, "Oh yeah, thank you, yeah this is my car... In case you were wondering..." Mike smiled as he patted the metal of the trunk.
"It was once used in an ice cube video," Mike started proudly, lying through his teeth, Tyler walked closer so he was stood next to him, "You a big fan of cars?" Mike asked, trying to start conversation, "You know what I love about it is that-OOF!" Mike's sentence was cut short as Tyler had slammed his head down onto the trunk.
Mike fell to the floor in a heap and sunk into unconciousness...
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