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Chapter 7 - Special Agent Swan

October 1999

EPOV

Bella and I have been dating for almost a year. She has her secrets, but I'm pretty sure I've figured them out. She's involved with some dangerous people and for obvious reasons doesn't want me to know. I've followed her-seen her in action-and while the sight of her in that element makes me cringe, it also relieves me to know she can take care of herself. She's quick and fucking deadly. I can't always hear what's being said, but I can see enough to know what's going down. Watching her handle a gun like an expert is disturbing enough without realizing how much the sight of it turns me on.

Keeping in the shadows just watching was difficult the first time and I've given up trying to follow her once she leaves. I can't figure out how she gets away so quickly with me on her tail. I don't know exactly how she got mixed up in it, possibly through her parents' addiction, and I don't know how deeply she is involved. I know If I call her on it I might have to Miranda her, and that's not a situation I want to put myself in, now or ever. So I turn a blind eye until I can figure out another way.

I have to figure a way out.

I can't imagine my life without her.

She still can't tell me she loves me and I'm hoping it's just this mess she's in that's keeping her from giving me that part of her. She's so emotionally unpredictable. She doesn't deal with emotions in the typical way. I don't want to scare her, but I have a ring that's burning a hole in my pocket. She's not ready for me to ask her and I'm certifiable for thinking it'll be okay while she lives this double life. The fact is I don't know if she will ever be ready. But I want to be prepared; hoping that there will be a moment when the stars align, and it feels right.

The first set of stars aligned when Charlie Swan became Chief of Police.

He had been on the job less than a week when he approached me about Bella, Isabella. He started asking innocent questions at first, then worked his way to more probing ones that had me sweating bullets. The questions suggested that he had an intimate knowledge of her life. I was worried that he might think I was aware of Bella's nighttime work, and if that was the case, I might as well turn in my badge because there was no way in hell that I was going to rat her out. Turns out he didn't ask for my badge, but instead gave me what Bella couldn't or wouldn't give me. The missing pieces of her life-her connection to Aro Volturi, head of the growing Volturi crime family.

Chief Swan is actually Special Agent Charles Swan, undercover with the FBI. He has been working for years putting a case together against Aro and his associates. Up to this point, he hasn't come close to getting what he needs. All he has is circumstantial evidence, at best; nothing solid enough to stick. He needs someone on the inside, someone close enough to Aro, someone who Aro Volturi trusts.

He needs Isabella, and he wants me to convince her to work for him on the inside.

I was flooded with gratitude for this turn of events and eager to hear the details. He outlined the plan and I was completely onboard until he got to the part where Bella has to enter the Witness Protection Program. I was blind sighted. All I could see was getting Bella a way out of the situation she was in; I hadn't even considered that she would have to leave me.

October 1999

BPOV

I'll never forget the first time I met Special Agent Swan, or Charlie, C. Edward had just confessed to following me and told me what he knew. As soon as those three letters, FBI past his lips I was livid and started throwing punches. We went a few solid rounds … I knew I was being irrational, rougher than he deserved and he still refused to hit me. He did a good job of dodging and pinning me, but I always managed to escape and land a few hits. I didn't want to kill him of course, even though I figured we were probably as good as dead either way. Despite that grim thought, it felt good to move this way with him. He pinned me down, wedging himself between my legs in a compromising position-one we've been in numerous times before, just not while fighting.

His lips crash into mine, his tongue attacking my mouth, and of course I responded. The kiss was blazing with a need that bordered on insanity. Still gripping my wrists tightly, he slowly pulled back from me.

"Stop Bella," our breaths were labored; chests heaving.

"How could you …" I panted. I knew this was his job, but I couldn't help but feel the sting of betrayal.

"You didn't let me finish … He wants to help you." He panted back. Ya right, since when does FBI care to help someone like me. I already knew where this was going.

"I'd never … I love you … I'd turn myself in before I said one word against you."

"Am I interrupting something?" A rough voice I would eventually grow to admire interrupted our standoff.

"I'm going to let you up … don't hit me." I didn't make any promises, but he let me up anyway.

Charlie and Edward both reached out to offer me a hand. I ignored them both, pulling my legs in and jumping up easily.

"I'm Special Agent Cha …" he says as he tries to introduce himself.

"Let's skip past the pleasantries C. What do you want?"

"C, I like it." A slight smile playing on his lips, "Can I call you B?"

"You can call me whatever you want. Now let's hear it." I'm growing impatient.

They give me the details of my suicide mission … because that's exactly what this is … suicide.

A snitch has never breached Aro's inner circle, and those that tried had been caught and tortured-sometimes beyond recognition. Those bodies don't disappear. They are displayed as a warning … a 'fuck you' to whoever sent them.

There's no option here.

The FBI doesn't knock on your door politely asking you to roll over. No, they tell you what they want and you do it or you're dead … really no different than what Aro does, just legal. I might last one day behind bars if Aro doesn't get to me beforehand. It's that simple.

The real decision is not whether I'll do it; it's who I'm doing it for … Edward. The hope and love in his beautiful, green eyes has always moved me to do stupid things; this is no different...

"I have one condition."

"What's that?" C, who is now all business, inquires curiously.

"Edward has nothing to do with it."

"Wait a minute!" Edward quickly and loudly protests.

I look at C; determination clearly written across my face, "I mean it; he's nowhere near anything having to do with this."

He nods a silent agreement.

"Chief you can't take me off this…" Edward begins to reason, but is abruptly cut off.

"B's right, you're too close to the case to be helpful."

With that decision made, Edward huffs and pounds the table with his clenched hand before angrily fisting his hair.

I know he wants to protect me. I feel the same way, which is why I don't want him anywhere near this. I worked too hard keeping him out of Aro's line of sight for him to be thrown in by the FBI when the shit hits the fan.

No way.


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