Author's Note: Just gonna warn you guys, this chapter is gonna have some pretty intense shit in it! Stick around. :) Btw, Seth's spin-off has been updated! If you're following that story, go check it out!

Dropping Jacob off at the airport was the hardest part for Leah. She was used to his yearly trips, but it didn't mean that she wasn't going to miss him. She walked around the car and took Jay Jay out of his car seat, while Jacob gathered his things out of the trunk.

"Say bye bye to daddy," Leah said, walking over to stand next to Jacob. He smirked and pecked Leah's inviting lips.

"It's only going to be for the weekend," he reminded.

"That's a weekend too long," she shot back. He took the both of them in his arms and held them for a while, planting kisses along both of their heads. He released them, checking the time. He had fifteen minutes to be on his plane.

"Well, this is where I go," Jacob said, giving Leah one last kiss. "I gotta go find the guys."

"You better behave," Leah warned, pointing her finger at him.

"I'll be a Saint," he promised, resting his hand over his chest. She giggled and watched as he began to walk into the building. He turned around and waved goodbye, and Leah blew him a kiss.

Once he was out of sight, he instantly felt free– almost as if he could run around naked, and leave with a slap on the wrist. There was no mistaking the fact that Jacob valued every second that he spent with his family, but he felt that he deserved a weekend of nothing but guy time. What made it even better was the fact that Bella was out of his life forever.

He caught sight of Emmett, Embry and Quill standing over by a vending machine, and hurried over to them.

"Hey, guys," Jacob greeted, watching as they turned to face him.

"Aye, pretty boy. Ready to kick back and relax, watching hot babes-

"You mean recruit for the business?" Carlisle interrupted, as Emmett began to ramble about his plans for the weekend. Carlisle was just coming from the bathroom, a smirk on his face. Emmett laughed heartily, and winked.

"Of course that's what I meant, boss," Emmett responded. Carlisle winked back and gathered his things together.

"We should head toward the gate. We only got a few minutes," Carlisle announced. The guys headed toward their departure gate, Embry and Jacob talking enthusiastically about the trip ahead of them.

The plane ride was long, which the guys spent most of the time sleeping. By the time they landed, it was well into the afternoon.

The guys had to go through an extra hour of leaving the airport, paying for their rental cars, and finding the hotel. The hotel was huge; they were staying in The Beverly Hills Hotel. Jacob grabbed the key to his room and went on the elevator, pressing the button to the third floor. There was a woman with long, brunnette hair standing in the elevator with him. Her face was slightly hidden by the hood that she wore over her head. For a split second, Jacob could have sworn that it was Bella.

The woman must have felt his eyes on her, so she looked in his direction. Much to his comfort, it wasn't her. He smiled awkwardly and cleared his throat, looking away. When the elevator came to his stop, he skidded out of there.

When he opened the door to his room, his jaw dropped at how extravagant it was. Leah would definitely love to stay in a room like this; they probably wouldn't even leave the room. Jacob would have no problem with that, though. His phone buzzed, and he took it out of his pocket. It was a text from Leah.

Miss me yet? ;)

He smirked, and started a new text.

Nope. ;) But I know you miss me.

He knew that she'd either cuss him out in the next text, or send him some boner-worthy picture. His pants tightened at the thought of it. His phone buzzed quickly after, and he chuckled. He was right– she sent him some of the good stuff. It was a picture of her in her cheetah printed bra, standing in front of the mirror. She was tugging at her bottom lip, pulling the flap of her boy shorts down seductively. There was an attached text to the picture.

Eh, I think I'll manage. ;)

He quickly replied, aching for two minutes with his gorgeous wife.

Sunday can't get here any quicker. I'll be missing you until I return, beautiful. :)

He walked over and sat his suitcase on the king sized bed, sighing. Less than a minute later, someone was knocking frantically at the door. Jacob walked over and answered it, finding Emmett and Embry standing there with two beers in their hands.

"Carlisle wants us down at the bar ASAP. He says he wants to kick in our first night in LA with a bang," Embry spoke up, handing Jacob one of the beers.

"And get this; he's paying for everything we drink!" Emmett shouted, a huge grin on his face. Jacob perked up, slamming the door to his room. The guys headed down to the bar, anxious for the fun night ahead of them.

…

It was around 12 pm, and Leah was finally crawling into bed. She debated on allowing Jay Jay to sleep in her room, but she decided against it. She knew that he would most likely keep her up all night now that Jacob wouldn't be in there to keep him calm. She snapped the lamp off and cuddled into the sheets, closing her eyes.

Just as sleep was about to consume her, she heard something moving around downstairs. Her eyes shot open, as she slowly sat up in bed. There was dead silence. Leah allowed herself to calm down, resting her head against the cool pillow.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Leah gasped, reaching to turn on the lamp. Before she could reach it, someone had pulled her feet all of the way off of the bed.

She let out a scream, but was silenced when someone's fist collided with her throat. It was if all of the sound in her body had been knocked right out of her. She couldn't see anything in the room, which made everything worse. What on Earth was going on, she thought to herself.

The person grabbed Leah by her hair, standing her to her feet. She pushed her into the TV screen, causing her to fall to the ground. As if on cue, the TV fell right onto Leah's stomach. Tears were pouring down Leah's cheeks, as she heaved uncontrollably. Her voice still wouldn't come back; she was unable to scream.

She heard Jay Jay's cries from the other room. She began to kick around, anxious to attend to her child. The TV wasn't allowing her to move at all. Suddenly, the unknown attacker crouched down to where Leah lay. They trailed their fingers along Leah's face, feeling the smoothness.

Without warning, the stranger began to punch her. Leah began to sob, reaching her hands up to protect her face. As if determined to cause serious damage, the attacker stood up, kicking her repeatedly in the face. Leah could feel her blood gushing, staining the carpet beneath her.

As if she were in a daze, the sounds of Jay Jay's cries, and the effect of the kicks began to fade away, until Leah was consumed with darkness.

…

The following day, Jacob awoke with a blinding headache. He knew that he shouldn't have allowed Carlisle to buy him so many drinks, but who was he to refuse free alcohol? He sat up in the bed, and looked over at his phone. It was 7:30 AM, and he soon had to meet the guys in the lobby for recruiting. He frowned when he didn't see any calls or texts from Leah. He started a new text, sending it before he scooted out of bed.

Good morning, beautiful. Just thought I'd let you know that I was thinking about you. I miss you, and I'll see you soon. Kiss Jay Jay for me. Love you guys.

He got himself ready, putting on a black suit, and a white tie. Even though his eyes had circles beneath them, he doubted that he'd look as bad as the others. They had so many drinks, that Jacob and Carlisle had to help drag Emmett to his room, and Embry and Quill crashed in the lobby. The hotel attendants finally dragged them up to their rooms in the middle of the night.

Once he got downstairs, he was right. They looked absolutely trashed. The only one who upheld a sober appearance was Carlisle, and Jacob knew that he regretted buying the guys so many drinks.

"Alright, let's pull ourselves together for this recruitment. Those guys are going to be in there nailing our throats, but we have to remember our technique," Carlisle announced. The guys stared at him with confused expressions. "You do remember the techniques, don't you?"

"Of course," Jacob spoke up, watching as the others gave him paranoid looks. Being that Jacob and Carlisle were the only ones who had any hopes of remembering, they were put in charge of the presentation. Embry, Quill, and Emmett would just be there for back-up support.

"Let's go," Carlisle instructed. They all gave each other quick glances before heading into the board room, awaiting their presentation.

After it was over, they all agreed that it was a success. Even though all of them were undoubtedly shit-faced, they still delivered a grand display. Jacob checked his phone, but there were still no texts or calls from Leah. He didn't know whether or not to be worried.

"So, we gonna celebrate or what?" Emmett asked, plopping down on the bed of Carlisle's suite.

"Celebrate what? The fact that only Jacob and I were in good condition to recruit?" Carlisle asked.

"We're not the ones who bought the drinks," Embry retorted. Carlisle narrowed his eyes at him, and Jacob stepped in.

"How about we head to the bar tonight, but this time, we buy our own drinks," Jacob compromised. The guys agreed to it, and set the time for 8 PM. That gave them plenty of time to sleep off the previous alcohol, and re-energize for the night to come.

Jacob headed back to his room, and took out his phone again. He was beginning to get angry at the fact that Leah hadn't tried to contact him. He dialed her cellphone number, and listened as it went to voice mail.

"Hey, it's Leah! Sorry I'm not able to get to the phone right now, but I'm probably spending quality time with my husband, so leave me a message and I'll get back to you whenever," her voice mail said. Jacob sighed heavily as it beeped.

"Um, just want to know what the hell is up. I've texted you and tried to call, but I guess you're busy or something. Just call me back, I guess. Bye." Jacob hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. He couldn't help the fact that he missed his wife, and wanted to hear her voice. Obviously, whatever she had going on was more important than talking to him. It wasn't like her to act like that, though. He shook away his thoughts, allowing himself to get some rest before celebrating with the guys.

…

Jacob arrived at the bar, watching from a distance as Emmett howled on one of the tables. How was it possible that he was already drunk? It was only 8:10. Jacob walked over, receiving smirks from his friends.

"Nice moves, Emmett," Jacob complimented, watching as Emmett began to 'twerk' on the table top.

"We don't even know how to justify him," Quill said, ordering himself another drink. Jacob laughed heartily, and ordered himself some straight vodka.

After about an hour of conversing, Jacob only managed to order himself two drinks. Just as he was about to tell the guys a funny story, their eyes averted behind him. On instinct, Jacob turned around, only to see Bella standing there in a red, skin tight dress. Her hair was up in a humped pony-tail, and her make-up was almost as flawless as it was at the Halloween party. Her heels were as tall as skyscrapers, as usual. She had a mischievous smirk on her face, walking slowly toward the guys. Jacob felt his stomach fall to the floor, spilling out everywhere. What the hell was she doing there?

"Is that... Bella?" Emmett whispered, his mouth hanging wide open. Bella stopped in front of Jacob and smiled.

"Hey, can we have a word?" she asked. He narrowed his eyes, still trying to process her arrival.

"How... how did you even know where we were?" he asked, looking back at the guys. They were just as confused as he was.

"Don't be silly, you told me. Before I... quit... you told me all about your trip," she responded.

"But, why are you here? We're all of the way in LA. You don't even work for the company anymore, how are you even-

"Can we talk privately?" she interrupted, an irritated smile on her face. Jacob hesitantly rose to his feet, taking his drink with him. He didn't even know why he was giving her the time of day, but if she traveled all of the way to LA to talk to him, it had to be good. She turned around to face him, and crossed her arms, giving attention to her perfectly rounded breasts.

"The fuck do you want?" he demanded, keeping his voice low.

"To see you, of course. How happy were you when you found out I quit?" she asked, a huge smile on her face.

"I was ecstatic," he shot back.

"I knew you would be. Now that we no longer work together, we can be together," she whispered, her eyes lighting up. Jacob's eyes widened, as he sat his drink down on the nearest table. He backed away instinctively, shaking his head.

"Listen, I don't know what's wrong with you, but-

"Oh, don't play stupid. You are the one that said you would never jeopardize your job. We don't work together, so whoever you fuck is up to you," she reasoned.

"Bella, you got it all wrong. I didn't– just... go away. Leave me the hell alone, and go away," he said, turning to walk away. Just as he did that, she opened her palm and sprinkled some powder into his drink.

"Jacob, wait!" she called. Angrily, he turned back to face her.

"What?" he snapped. She could tell that he was shaking on the inside, but thought nothing of it.

"You forgot your drink. I mean, if you don't want it, I'd be glad to take it. I'd think of it as a... gift from you," she smiled. He clenched his jaw, and stormed over to the table, grabbing the glass. He downed it, tossing it by her feet.

"How's that for a gift?" he taunted, twisting around to rejoin his friends. Bella smirked to herself, turning to walk away.

…

Jacob stormed into his hotel room, his mind going fuzzy. He didn't understand why he felt so awful, being that he only had three drinks through the whole night. Maybe it was the fact that Bella was there, teasing him with her little outfits, and her stupidity.

He was appalled at the fact that she quit her job for him, and that she had the audacity to follow them to LA. She was a crazy, pathetic, psycho. All he knew was, he had a flight to catch the following morning, and he needed to sleep off whatever the hell was going on with him.

Without even attempting to change out his jeans and t-shirt, he fell into bed. He closed his eyes and groaned, being that his head was still spinning.

Being that he was in such a state of oblivion, he didn't know whether it was reality or his imagination, when someone tip-toed into his suite. He opened his eyes, but it was no use; he couldn't see a damn thing. All he could make-out was blurred figures, and darkness.

He couldn't mistake the feel of someone climbing on top of him as his imagination, though. He groaned, attempting to lift a finger. His body was paralyzed. Small, nimble fingers undid his belt buckle, pulling his jeans down his legs. Those same fingers set his dick free, into the cool air. All he could do was gasp from the contact. He couldn't move, let alone understand what was going on. Was he dreaming? He had to be.

Suddenly, he felt something warm and slick slide down onto him. He knew that feeling all too well– it was the beautiful attribute to a woman's body. As it began to rock over him, all he could do was pray that he was either dreaming, or that it was Leah.

Author's Note: Oh geezus. ._. let me know what you guys thought! Do you think Leah is okay? And how will that little date-rape shindig end? ;P let me know in your reviews! :D