A/N: Ginger fixes what I create. This is where things start to get interesting… the next part or this chapter will be out on Tuesday and then I'll post the next full chapter on Thursday. Since I'm posting closer than normal no teaser for part 2 of this chapter but I will post a teaser for the next on Wed…
Well let's get this show on the road.
P.s. Emmett Cullen in a towel… does things to me.
Chapter 6- The Trust Part 1
Emmet's POV
The Night After that.
My brother was in over his fucking head.
How the hell he got involved with the Blacks was beyond me, but he wouldn't shut the fuck up about Bella.
Not that I blamed him, I was just as bad off when it came to Rose, but at least I knew what I was getting myself into and could take care of myself. Hopefully.
Edward also didn't see why I was sticking around in Chicago, but he seemed to believe the lie about me taking some time off.
My place was about two miles from the Collective's office and I had one room set up like my office back home. Well mostly, back home everything was pretty out in the open, here I had moved everything into the smallest bedroom. Edward and my parents would come over eventually, I couldn't put it off forever. They had the address, but I hoped that I would get settled in before the constant visitations began.
I was knee deep in work when I decided it was time to shower and try to get some sleep. We only had a couple of weeks before we would try to extract my guy and no amount of planning was going to suffice.
It was boarder line suicide, we all knew this.
Staging his death would be the easy part, getting him out of the compound would be another story entirely.
As the shower unwound my tense muscles I heard something… not sure what but something…I left the shower running and found a towel securing it tightly around my waist.
Then it hit me.
My gun was in the other room.
I fucking knew better.
Silently creeping out of the bathroom I could see the door to my office slightly cracked.
I never left it open, hell I never even left it unlocked.
My gun was in that room.
All my guns were in that room.
I had only one kitchen knife, it would have to do.
Pushing the door open as slowly as possible I saw nothing. My screens were on but the room was empty and dark.
Or so I thought.
I felt the blow on the back of my head and strong hands snapping the knife out of my wrist. I lurched for the gun taped under the chair, but a kick to my lower back sent the pistol flying across the floor. Scrambling for the knife I felt another blow to my spine, but I caught their other leg pulling my attacker down.
I was on top them in a second, but unbalanced. They threw me off and were on their feet before I could stop them. I grabbed the closest chair and hurled it in their direction.
But it just made them fall on top of both weapons. .
The gun and knife were lying beside each other and they chose the knife.
Mistake.
Rolling I grabbed the gun, their foot tried stomping my forearm but I dodged it. Faster than I could stop it, they were straddling my waist as my fingers enclosed around the handle of the pistol.
I felt the cold steel of the blade against my throat as I pressed my pistol into their side.
"Not bad Mr. Cullen," a velvet voice spoke before I could pull the trigger.
I hadn't had time to notice before but my attacker had quite the nice figure. The blade of the knife eased from my skin as they pulled off their mask…the face was nicer than the body. Mostly.
"Fuck Rose," I panted, my hands falling out to the side as I tried to catch my breath.
"What the fuck are you doing here? I could have fucking killed you!" I shouted but Rose didn't move. Suddenly I was very aware that I was only wearing a towel.
She laughed.
"You mean the guy with the Rachel Ray knife? You're the lucky one," she teased and the way her body shook with laughter made my body push blood faster through my veins.
I grabbed her hips and rolled her body under mine, pinning both her wrist over her head, she didn't fight it.
"Why are you here?" I asked again holding her down with all of my weight.
"Would you have rather we sent Birdie? You probably won't have fared so well against her, I went easy on you," she answered her breath fanning over my face.
"Sam checking up on me?" I asked searching her eyes for any lies.
"No, I was," she answered. She was telling the truth.
"And did you like what you found?" I asked as I felt her body roll against my own.
"Very much," she said her hips signaling to my towel clad body.
Before my lips could touch Rose's full pink mouth I saw her face split into a humorous smile and then the feel of cold metal pressed into the back of my neck. I stiffened and Rose giggled.
"Damn Birdie, you couldn't give a girl two more minutes?" Rose questioned, and I relaxed… slightly… I mean I still had a fucking gun pressed to my skull.
"What they fuck are you doing Rose?" Bella asked, and I sat back on my knees as she holstered her weapon.
"Well…" Rose started, but I could see the devious grin interrupting her speech, she was thinking what I was thinking.
"She's right Bella. Two more minutes would have been golden… or forty-five," I whispered the last part, but I was sure these two super human girls could hear me.
"I'm here to save your ass not hers… when Rose goes rouge it normally doesn't end so… pleasantly," Bella explained, and now that I saw Bella she was dressed just like Rose. All tight black head to toe with a million zippers and gadgets.
"I was doing just fine… but thanks for caring," I huffed as Bella took in the large amount of uncovered skin that I was showcasing.
"Rose we should go," Bella commanded her voice strong and if these women were soldiers, I would say that Bella outranked her.
"Sorry about this Emmett," Bella said as she helped pick up some of the destruction.
"See you girls in the morning?" I asked.
"Yep," Rose said her eyes still smoldering over my body, hopefully I would be seeing her much sooner, in my bed... naked.
Bella huffed and went to the window of the living room. Apparently entering though a third story window was easy as Sunday morning to her.
"Just use the front door," I said to Bella and I felt Rose at my side.
"And use it the next time you decide to drop by for a visit," I whispered in Rose's ear.
"I'll keep that in mind Mr. Cullen, thanks for the … um… romp."
"Any time," I answered following them out… still in my towel.
Edward's POV
It was late but I needed to talk to Emmett. I had not spoken to Bella since she left my place and I desperately wanted find a way to contact her… Em was my only shot, he had been avoiding my questions about her and my calls, but that was changing tonight. I hoped that Alice had delivered my message, but I still hadn't heard from her. One day and I was already inpatient.
Em had booked some small apartment only a mile or so from my place to stay for his unexpected extended visit.
He would be up.
Finding his apartment was easy enough and as the elevator doors opened to his floor all the blood drained from my face.
Standing outside the lift was both Bella and Rose dressed like damn sexy Navy seals. I saw Bella's hand flinch towards her weapon before she realized it was me. Em's cursing breath followed behind them, and I looked around the girls to see my brother wearing only a towel.
What. The. Fuck.
"I apologize," I said stepping back into the lift and fleeing the scene as quickly as possible. The ride down to the first floor seemed to take hours instead of seconds, but as the doors opened again there stood Bella.
"Edward, wait," she breathed barely winded from the stairs.
"Bella, just don't. I didn't mean to intrude," I said trying to walk out of the elevator, but she stopped my advances pushing me back into the lift and shutting the doors behind her.
"You were not intruding, I was… sorry, but I…" Bella was speechless. There were no words to describe our strange situation.
"You tell when you're ready…You know where to find me," was all I said as I pushed the doors open and fled to my car.
I allowed my mind to race as I drove home more slowly than normal. Each question that I answered about this strange woman brought with it another hundred that made no sense.
She liked guns and romantic movies.
She read but could fight like a marine.
She was working with Emmett and they both kept it from me.
She wanted to know me but kept me at an arm's length.
The night crept around me as I entered my parking garage. The night was unknown and it seemed to bring with it a peace that was exciting and unnerving.
My key seemed louder as I bid entry to my apartment, but inside was very quiet. The bar counter got my attention, and I noticed a line full of strange objects covering the counter.
Weapons.
Knowing what each was did not answer why they were there in my home.
Someone was standing as still as a statue against the windows of the living room and the light of the skyline carved out her frame against the darkness.
Thin and lean with perfect curves and a mane full of hair around her shoulders.
Her body was covered in small black shorts and a matching black tank top. She didn't move as I set down my phone and watch and moved to stand ten feet from her. At this distance I could see her large dark eyes at war with this situation. She knew I wouldn't hurt her physically, I wasn't sure I could if I tried, but her face was mask of emotional uncertainty.
"My name…" she started her voice low and smooth…
"Is Isabella Swan."
