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Bella's Point of View

I noticed Emmett the second the elevator doors opened up. He was standing at the front desk asking for my room, only the man at the front desk had no idea who I even was, I'd come in with Edward and we hadn't said two words to anyone here. I hadn't seen Emmett in a little over six months, not since Charlie got really sick. Emmett had made it clear Charlie was no longer his family. Emmett and Charlie had a lot of issues.

"Hey Emmett," I ran my hand over his back. He was wearing a teenage mutant ninja turtle tank top and basketball shorts. You knew I'd dragged him out of his bed. He was probably almost in a deep sleep, when I my number popped up on his phone. Emmett looked me up and down, and pursed his lips. I was in a black mini-dress he knew for a fact whoever was up in that room, I'd just got done screwing.

"So that's why they said there is no Isabella Swan checked in at this hotel," Emmett announced getting on the elevator with me. "Were you at a party?" He questioned I only shook my head. Emmett rolled his eyes but didn't try to press the subject. "How are you doing? I feel like I only hear from you when you want something." Ouch. that one stung.

"I'm fine. Remember Emmett, you're the one who doesn't want to see me or Seth as long as we're helping Charlie," I answered shrugging my shoulders. "He's not doing to good, if you were wondering." Emmett shook his head letting me know he didn't give two craps how Charlie was doing. "You look good," I admitted noticing how muscular he'd gotten in just six short months.

"You look like you had a fun night," Emmett wasn't being a dick. I knew that much. He just wasn't about to tell his little sister she looked good for it being after sex. "So, did you warn these people who you were calling?" Emmett questioned raising an eyebrow I shook my head. "Do you think they know me?" I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't care much for Emmett's business. He's who you would call if you wanted someone to disappear. Bad people use men like Emmett. Emmett could get caught up in a lot of really bad shit. I'd lectured him about it a million times over.

"I'm not entirely sure. I don't know these people very well," I admitted Emmett rolled his eyes. "You can trust them. I know that much." You could trust Edward, I still wasn't to sure about his sister. I mean, how trustworthy can someone be when they've married a man like Royce King? I knew Royce, and not because I wanted to. I'd had more then one encounter with that motherfucker.

"Bella," Edward got up from the couch slowly. "He's your brother?" Edward's eyes grew wide, as he slowly walked into the kitchen. He looked... tense.

"Yeah," I awkwardly clapped my hands together.

"I've heard about you," Edward took a deep breath not bothering to look our way. "You're the man they call when they need someone taken care of." He stepped out of the kitchen finally standing in front of Rosalie like he was protecting her. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. It was then that I'd looked over to a completely rigid Emmett.

"Hey," I snapped my fingers in front of Emmett. "Before you..."

"You," he took a deep breath. "Brought me," his hands were in fists. "To Royce Kings wife?" He wasn't mad. He was livid. I instinctively took a step back before remembering this was still Emmett.

"Look at me," I grabbed Emmett's face the same way my mother use to. "Look at me," I repeated. Emmett took a deep breath but locked with my eyes. "Look at her," I motioned for Edward to move, Emmett's eyes tore away from mine and went to Rosalie. "That's why I called you. She want's out, but how do you get away from a man like Royce?" Emmett took a deep breath.

"You don't." Emmett said matter-of-factly looking at me. I let go of his face knowing he was calmed down. "Even if I could help, I can't." He walked into the room. "He," he pointed towards Edward. "Doesn't agree with my methods. We've had quite a few run ins. You and me will be talking about your choice in men. I didn't know you were into married men, Isabella." He hissed side-stepping Edward.

"Well, how would you deal with someone like Royce?" Rosalie questioned looking at my brother.

"I'd kill him," he answered her honestly. "They call me to make people disappear. He would disappear forever, and the world would be a much better place." Rosalie looked over to Edward he only shrugged his shoulders. "He did that to you, right?" He questioned motioning to her face. She only shook her head in response. "You want a divorce I'm assuming?" Rosalie shook her head. Emmett looked to me.

"Bella, I swear to fucking God, if this brings Royce back to your life I'll fucking kill him. I will bury that motherfucker in the dirt." He spoke very stern with me. "You vouch for her, so I'll trust you. If anything weird happens you need to let me know. The only reason he left you alone in the first place is because I put a truce. The second I do this that truce is over." I shook my head.

"What truce?" Rosalie asked. Emmett looked to me, I only shook my head telling him it was okay to answer her.

"My family knows them personally. I'm sure Isabella told you about Royce almost killing her, what she probably failed to tell you is that after he tried to kill her, when my mother owed them money and send me, it pissed him off. He stalked Bella for a few months, got to her one night in Seattle, and tried to run her off the road. I told him I'd leave him alone, if he left my family alone. I wouldn't go after him." He would be going after him.

"So, you're going to be in danger," Edward asked making me shrug my shoulders.

"Royce doesn't scare me anymore," I said matter-of-factly. "Besides, he'd be stupid to come after me again." I'd taken self-defense classes. I wasn't the same stupid defenseless girl.

"How would you help me?" Rosalie asked.

"I'd go with you to get your stuff out of his house. You would be staying in my guest home that way I can make sure he can't get to you. Anytime you leave, I would go with you at least until I could take him out." Rosalie bit her lip. "There is another way," he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I go with you so you can get your stuff. You would tell him you want a divorce, and that if he doesn't give it to you and leave you alone you'll bring me in to take him out." Rosalie looked to Edward.

"I think I'll take the second option," she mumbled. Emmett stood up.

"Cool," he wiggled a finger at me. "You, me, downstairs now. We need to have a nice little chit-chat." I closed my eyes getting up and following Emmett.

"So this is the part where you take her outside, yell and scream at her for living her life, right?" Edward snapped making Emmett stop in front of the elevator. Why couldn't he just keep his trap shut.

"Hey Edward, tell me how is Alice?" Emmett questioned making Edward clench his jaw. "Because the last time we had lunch I remember her telling me how she hates you. You know, apparently you're the worst mistake she ever made in her entire life." Emmett stepped into the elevator. I took a deep breath.

"I'll be back up?" Edward shook his head as I stepped out with Emmett.

"He's married Isabella," Emmett shook his head. "To a very nice girl I might add." I shook my head silently telling him to get on with the lecture. "What do you think you're going to get out of that?" It was a fair question.

"I have no clue," I answered him honestly.

"Let me tell you what you're going to get out of it then," Emmett offered making me close my eyes. "You're going to get hurt. One day you'll wake up and realize, I want more then cheap hotel rooms. I want a home. I want to be more then a booty call. I want to be his girlfriend, maybe one day his wife. And you know what will happen on that day? You'll remember he's married, and you haven't got a snowballs chance in hell. You'll be heartbroken." I knew he was right. That's actually pretty close to how I thought it was going to end up.

"Look Emmett, spare me the lecture. I get it you obviously don't like him, he obviously doesn't like you. You're just going to have to get over it if you want to stay in my life." I declared. Edward and I weren't dating, we weren't about to start. It was a friendship and I didn't care what anyone had to say about it.

"Alright," He held his hands up. "Just call me if anything weird starts happening. Text the next time you're in Seattle. I'll take you out for a bite and we can talk without all this drama." He wrapped me up in a giant bear hug. "I miss you," he whispered kissing my head.

Edward's Point of View

"So, how did you and Emmett meet?" My sister asked removing the ice pack from her face. She seemed slightly shocked that I'd ever crossed paths with Emmett. Then again, she knew Carlisle would never dare get caught even associating with someone like him. Emmett was the man they called. If you live in Washington - or any neighboring states, you knew the name Vultori. They were a very wealthy, very powerful family.

"We met in a club," I answered her very shortly. "Do you trust him?" It was more or less something I needed to know. If she trusted him I knew she wouldn't need me as her babysitter. Regardless, Rosalie would be staying with me and Alice for a while, and she probably wouldn't go anywhere alone, and I would always have security as the house for her, if she wanted to go out shopping I wouldn't have to go with her.

"Yeah, I think so," She answered cautiously. "I don't see why there would be a reason not to trust him. He's a business man. I've heard Royce talk about him before. He always said he was one of the best hitmen in all of Washington." She said simply. "Although I've never heard anyone speak of Emmett's family." It was like she was trying to think back to an event that her and Royce went to.

"Get some sleep Rosalie," I announced as soon as Bella walked through the elevator. "So, Emmett is your brother?" I announced making Bella give a small chuckle. "You guys look nothing alike," I noted.

"We have different dads," she answered easily. "I think I'm going to try and get an hour of sleep before I head out." I shook my head and watched her walk into the bedroom. Maybe we would talk more about what just happened the next time we saw each other, the only thing I did know was that she had the right idea.

"So, what do you want me to tell Alice when she finds out we called Emmett?" Rosalie wasn't about to tell Alice that one of my... friends was gracious enough to help us out. Alice and Rosalie didn't talk about things like that, because Rosalie thought what we were doing was wrong. She was the only one in the family who really knew. "I can tell her that I found his number in one of Royces books, wrote it down before I left," she offered easily.

"I think that's probably the best idea. You gonna be okay if I go get some sleep?" If she wanted me to she knew I would sit up with her until she fell asleep, even if it wasn't until the time Alice and I were suppose to meet up. Some things are more important, Rosalie is one of those more important things.

"I'll be okay, just maybe keep the door open?" I shook my head walking into the bedroom not bothering to shut the door. Isabella looked like she was already passed out, I knew she was probably faking. No normal person can fall asleep seconds after their heads hit the pillow. Bella's eyes fluttered open.

"I won't wake you up to say goodbye if you're asleep," she warned I grabbed my phone and handed it to her. She looked at me as if she was confused.

"Put your number in, I'll text you when I wake up." I explained easily. She typed some things in the phone handing it back to me before she snuggled her body slightly closer to mine. I'd never been much of a cuddle person. I remember when Alice and I were still in love and having sex afterwords she would be the one to lay her head on my chest and tell me to cuddle her. I just never enjoyed it.

There was something about seeing Isabella laying here, her body arched so we were touching slightly, that made me want to pull her in closer to me. The space was killing me. I wrapped my arm around her waist leaning my head down on hers. I wanted to be close to her. This situation was already getting messy, with Emmett being her brother.

Emmett and I had a long history together. He'd been hired once or twice by whoever it was and he was hired to steal my coding. It doesn't sound like a big deal, but it was. My coding had my next installment, it had my next big project on it. Once it was stolen, I had to start from scratch.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Isabella mumbled. How could she tell I wasn't sleeping? She wasn't even looking at me. She turned her body around so her breasts were pressed into my chest. "You've been acting weird since finding out Emmett is my brother," she admitted running her fingers lightly through my hair.

"I just really don't like your brother," I admitted easily. "But that doesn't really have anything to do with you." I w as trying to reassure her. Isabella only shook her head and kissed my chest. "You know, the door is open and my sister is awake. We can't be doing that," Isabella raised a single eyebrow.

"I can't kiss you?" Well no because then all I can manage to focus on is how perfect your lips feel against mine. She looked up to me and pressed her lips against mine. It wasn't like any of our harsh, passionate, rushed kisses before. This kiss was soft, exploring, this kiss was sensual. She pulled away from me and nudged me slightly so that I was on my back. "Is this okay?" She questioned straddling me. Not when my sister is in the next room,

"I can't be having sex with you right now," I whispered making Isabella chuckle.

"You know," she pressed her lips against mine. "Ever think maybe I just wanted to make out?" Even making out was going to get me rock hard with her. She gave me a wicked smile pressing her lips to mine again. She tasted like strawberries. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue into her mouth. She let out a soft moan as her hips started rocking slightly.

"Are you trying to turn me on before you leave?" I whispered in her ear. She let out a chuckle.

"Gotta leave you wanting more," she whispered back. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the headboard.

"Well then," I peaked around Isabella looking to see if I could see Rosalie. I couldn't. "It's only fair if I get to tease you," I easily lifted her dress over her head. God, this woman is perfect. My hands slid up to her perfect breasts squeezing them. "I sort of overlooked these tonight," I whispered kissing her right breast.

"Yes," Isabella agreed as I let my mouth bite down on her nipple. She arched her back but didn't make a sound. "You know," Isabella shoved my head back. "I think we need to talk about some things," I raised my eyebrow. "How is this situation going to be working?" She wanted to have this conversation now? "I mean, the sex. Are there... like rules?"

"What kind of rules?" I hadn't bothered to think much about anything.

"Like, are we allowed to be like this?" she kissed my lips slowly. "Or does it always have to be like it was earlier?" I gave a small chuckle.

"No rules." I answered her easily flipping her on her back laying on top of her. "Rules aren't really my thing anyways," I kissed her lips easily. Isabella wrapped her arms around my neck keeping me close to her.
Things were definitely going to be getting messy.

A/N: Hit man Emmett. Let me know what you guys think of the story so far feedback is always appreciated.