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The Twelve Week Hunt
Chapter 4
As I stood in Edwards' office, I wondered how my life had come to this. Protecting someone that was clearly going to be a pain in my ass for the next twelve weeks. Why did I get on the fucking plane?
''Father, listen to me when I tell you that I refuse to do this.''
''Edward, son. We need you protected. Your mother is having kittens and she's not sleeping every well and...''
On and on Carlisle went. I was getting bored really quickly listening to his incessant whining.
I looked around the office. It was nothing special. . . wood flooring, black and white walls and pictures of family. I looked at the nails on my outstretched hand and made a mental note to go get them redone. I had my nails French manicured every two weeks and they were now overdue. I liked to look after my hands; they were my weapons. If anything were to happen to them, I would be out of work and I couldn't have that.
''You take this woman out of here now, Dad. I'm not fucking playing here.''
Yeah, now I'm really bored, and also a little bit pissed that he referred to me as 'this woman'.
I whipped my nine out of the back of my pants, pointed it and shot about an inch away from Edward's head.
He flinched, but didn't scream or move. I was impressed, "Here's how shit's going to work now, Edward. Listen to me closely 'cause I am only gonna say this once.''
I moved and pointed my nine between his eyes, "You're going to stop pissing and moaning about the situation. YOU'VE gotten yourself into
this shit and now you're really starting to get on my nerves. You're gonna accept this little arrangement 'cause let's face it, you don't have any other choices. Otherwise, I'll just put a bullet in you now and do us all a fucking favor.'' I finished shrugging my shoulders.
He stood and stared at me with his hands on his hips. We maintained eye contact the whole time. I would never break eye contact with anyone. It showed weakness and that's not acceptable. He however, looked like he wanted nothing more than to rip my fucking head off. He would have to get in line for that one.
He diverted his eyes away from mine first. I did a happy dance in my head. I like winning...everything, "Fine,'' Edward started, "How's this shit gonna to work?'' He directed the question to his father, but Charlie jumped in.
''Isabella will move in with you. You'll maintain the illusion that you're loves young dream." Dad said snidely, "You'll go to social events together and dinners at both mine and your parents house. All the while, Isabella will be looking for things that are out of balance. Your friends, colleagues and your family; they're all suspects until she can figure out who's the culprit here.''
''WHAT! My family, why?''
''Because, Edward,'' I began ,"looking at your file and the hits that have been tried on you, this is not luck. Someone close to you is feeding information to the other side and we need to find out who it is and why.''
''Fine.'' He let out a frustrated sigh. I smiled. . . I could almost smell the new paint on the walls of my new pad in London.
Speaking of which, "How much am I being paid to babysit him?'' I asked looking from my father to Carlisle. I could hear Edward mumbling, but I chose to ignore him.
''You'll receive six million today, and another six when they're dead.'' My father answered.
Twelve mill. . . that was like a million a week. Wow. . . I turned to Edward, ''Someone must actually like you.'' He flipped me the finger and moved to a door on his right.
"Where are you going?'' I asked, "What's behind that door?''
"I am going to the fucking bathroom, MOM." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "You wanna come and hold it for me?'' He smirked, stepping closer to the door.
''No, darling, I don't have my tweezers with me,'' I said pretending to pat my pockets.
Again, he flipped me the finger and continued towards the bathroom. "This is gonna be fun,'' I said in my most sarcastic voice to no one in particular.
Once Twatward had finished in the bathroom, yes, I had returned to calling him Twatward because at the moment, it suited him. We took our seats and started to discuss plans. . .well I did.
"I'm going to need my other laptop, and a few more things. I packed light,'' I informed my father, "My presence was requested, immediately."
"What do you need that you can't buy here?'' Dad asked with a confused look on his face.
"Well for starters, I'm gonna need Alfies bed and some toys or he's gonna start chewing everything in sight. I'm also gonna need my throwing knives and shit.''
"Right. . .well, I'll have your brother go pick them up. Anything else?''
"Yeah, tell him he needs to pay the kid across the street for looking after Alfie, when I was away.''
"How much?''
"Two hundred,'' I said nonchalantly like it was nothing but pocket change to me.
''Fine. . .anything else?" He asked, frustratedly.
"Yeah,'' I turned to Edward, "I need you to get rid of the old guy outside.''
"Barry? No! He's been with the company for years," he said waving his hand toward the door like Barry was standing there.
''Then give him early retirement; either way he has to go,'' I turned to Charlie, "I want Aro.''
My father looked at me like I had asked him for one of his kidneys, "Look,'' I said, "You want him protected. I don't give a damn if he lives or dies. However, you on the other hand, do so...''
"Fine! I'll send him here at eight in the morning,'' My father said, somewhat disgruntled. I couldn't help but smile; I knew I would get my own way.
"Thank you."
"So, are we done now?'' Edward asked. I sat and thought if there was anything else I needed.
"Oh, Dad, I'm also gonna need my car. As much as I would like to use my bike, I don't think Edward's girlfriend would ride a bike.''
"No. . .she most certainly would not,'' Edward stated, "They're dangerous.'' I rolled my eyes at him and looked back to my father.
"I'll have Marcus bring it back for you.'' He stood up and placed a soft kiss on my head, "Be careful, Bells.'' I nodded as my father left the room with Carlisle.
I turned to Edward, "Shall we get me moved in, roomie?''
"Just for the record,'' Edward said, "I don't want you here.''
"Just for the record,'' I shot back, "I don't want to be here.'' With that, I turned and walked out of his office.
"Miss Stanley?" She looked up at me, "May I please have Edward's calendar and schedule for the next four weeks?" She looked at Edward, and I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye.
Just as she turned to leave, the buzzer for the door when off. Without looking, Miss Stanley opened the door, "I have a package for a Mr. E Cullen,'' the delivery man said.
Blondie went to sign for it when I had this strange feeling that something wasn't right. I turned to Edward, "Baby,'' he arched an eyebrow at me, "I think I left my purse in your office. Would you be a sweetheart and go get it for me?'' He looked like he wanted to tell me to fuck off, however when I gave him the 'look', you know the one, it's the 'go do as I fucking say or I'm going to rip your balls off' look, every woman has. He knew there was no point in arguing with me.
Edward turned back toward his office and I turned to the delivery man. "Can I see what's in that package?''
"Ummm..." The delivery man started, "I don't think I'm allowed to do that.''
"And why is that?'' I asked, suspiciously.
"Because...Oh, fuck it!''
He whipped out his gun a second too late. I had pulled my gun and shot him in the head. Blondie screamed and ran toward Edward's office. My father and Carlisle re-appeared with Edward and Blondie. They all turned to look at me. I however, was pissed that Blondie showed such a blatant disregard for her bosses safety by just allowing anyone in here. She too would have to go.
"What the fuck happened!'' My father came over to stand next to me.
I bent down to see if this cunt had any ID on him. I found a wallet in his back pocket and took out his driver's licence.
"I can't believe you just shot the delivery man! You're a fucking psychopath! I will not be part of this,'' Blondie cried. She was shaking and glancing between all of us that was standing near the now, dead delivery man.
''This!'' I shouted as I waved my gun, that was still in my hand, at the man, "Is all your fucking fault!'' She took a sharp intake of breath and placed her hand to her chest, "If you had even bothered to check out his ID at the door, then none of this would have happened. All delivery men need to show ID when they walk into a building. It's to stop shit like this from happening and because you're a lazy fucking bitch, you allowed this to happen. Now pack your shit and don't ever come back.'' I walked up to her and stood right in front of her face, "If I ever find out you've mentioned this to anyone, I'll hunt you down myself. Do I make myself clear, Miss Stanley?'' She nodded her head frantically and tried to move away.
Edward had a hold of her arm, "Listen, Miss Swan, I'll take all of your bullshit because as you so nicely put it, I don't have any other choice. However, you do not get to speak to my staff in that manner and you do not get to decide who will and will not work here,'' he said demandingly in a raised voice. He bent down so we were eye level, "Do I make myself clear, Miss Swan?''
"Crystal.'' I turned on my heel and walked away. As I headed for the door, I shouted back to my father, "Dad, have someone come and clean this up, and get Aro to bring Alfie to Edwards house.'' I didn't turn around to see if he agreed. I needed to get away from Edward because right now, I was gonna either kill him or fuck him and I wasn't sure which would come first.