It's Stephanie Myers tool box, I just borrowed a couple screws and nuts.

"Don't Close your Eyes," borrowed from the late great Keith Whitley.

Chapter 10

I'm Going Home

Bella's POV

The road home was a long one, figuratively and literally. I had an almost 8 hour drive ahead of me to get back to the man that was home. I spent so many years in pain and hurt. I didn't know what was awaiting me, but I wanted home. I wanted, no craved his touch, his smell, his pure essence. I had forever, but Mike had reminded me that even with forever stretching before you, there was never no guarantee and to be true to myself, I had to acknowledge that the longer I stayed angry and hurt, the more I was hurting myself. I wanted to be there in his arms, now, if he'd accept me. I gunned the bike listening for telltale signs of cops ahead and raced home. Whatever came, I'd face it with Jasper hopefully beside me.

Jasper's POV (Back at the bar day of Edward's appearance)

Damn him! The nerve of that bastard ruining her night, he never knew when to give up. This was it. I was sick of his stupidity and the way he hurt her. As soon as she rode off into the night, I dropped the fucker right there in the alleyway with all the pain, hurt, anguish, and fear of life that I'd felt from Isabella since I'd been back. I was done playing games and when I got his ass home, the Major was coming out to play. His babbling and whining grabbed my attention and I looked back at Emmett and told him to take care of the trash. I knew between him and Peter they'd get the fuckward home, although, I doubted it would be in one piece. I, myself, hopped up into my truck, threw it into reverse, and headed away from town aimlessly driving trying to soothe the savage beast inside

Peters POV

Pulling into the drive with the snotty nosed brat, I heaved a sigh of relief. By my own damn nature and my mama's training, I was a kind soul who could put up with a bunch of horse shit, but this fucker, here, he was pushing my self-control. "Peter," he'd say. " I don't have to tolerate this rough housing. I'm a gentleman." "Quitcha bitchin' boy." I'd respond and he'd cry and complain even more. At one point I wasa tempted to have Emmet rip his damn head from his cry baby shoulders, but I didn't wanna get my seats dirty. It'd piss the wifey off and I didn't want none of that.

"Emmett," I called after we'd wrangled his squirelly ass outta the truck.

"Yepp?" he replied sounding as country as a boy from Ten'essee could.

"Take this jack ass here and put 'em in the barn were he belongs. Suga' Britches is gonna wanna see him in about 3 days time. There's a vamp closet in there he can't scape from."

"Yes sir boss." He grinned maniacally. "Can I remove his legs just in case?"

"Sure thang, buddy. Take all you want, just make sure he can talk when lil bit gets here."

"Emmett! Brother! You don't want to do this to me, do you?" The pretentious ass had the nerve to ask. Emmett just giggled and threw him over his shoulder and started whistlin' Dixie. I had to laugh and shake my head at the boy's antics.

"Jasperillllllllla!" I answered in greeting to the phone call I'd just received. "Problems taken care of. You'll need to have your ass home by tomorrow morning," I said and hung up on him. I had a mate waiting inside the house for me and I intended to satisfy and take care of her every need and want.

Mandar's POV

The commotion outside of the bar warranted my attention. I knew none of the humans could hear it, but it got mine quickly. I hopped the bar and ran to find my sister in front of none other than the asswipe that just about killed her before. The sight of him sickened me and I knew his demise was coming. I knew the boss lady had a mean streak in her a mile wide and I wanted to be there to see her take down the pansy assed vamp who'd caused her human self so much grief. I'd get mine in there, too. Not that I wasn't grateful for the life she'd given me, but damn it I'd never see my family in Ireland again and it was his entire fault. Oh he'd pay for that mistake and he'd pay dearly from all the ones that he'd wronged and I'd make sure of that.