Chapter Eleven

Paul was happier than he had ever been. Him and Isabella had been together officially for the last few months. He couldn't help he wanted to spoil her to show her how he felt. She protested as usual but eventually gave in.

She had started staying with him the last month, making his place look like someone actually lived there. Most of her stuff was still at Sam's, which was fine.

He left Isabella at his place while he went with Sam to take care of business on the other side of town. She was going to see Rose today to get a job. He knew she would get it, but still told her to do the necessary requirements.

"So, what's going on Sam?" Paul asked as they drove away from Paul's place.

"I've gotten word that we have bad drugs out there. Several if our guys have said it came from your maker's shipment."

"Jasper? Usually he gives me the best. Let's check it out and see for sure."

Sam and Paul drove to each block, making their rounds. Taking some of the cocaine from each seller to test for themselves.

"Paulie! How's it goin?"

"Hey, Emmett. How is the sales going?"

"Dropped a bit. Dude, this stuff you sent out isn't worth a shit. It doesn't get you high like usual."

"Shit. Alright, man. I'll have it taken care of. Meet me tomorrow at the club. I'll have the new stuff."

"I got you." Emmett gave him a half wave before walking off.

Sam and Paul got back in the truck and drove to the shipyard where they done most of their darker side of business. On the way Paul decided to check and see how it was going with Isabella.

*What U doin baby girl?*

*Sitting Ur club waiting on Rose to finish my background check*

*Don't worry. U will get the job. I'll meet you there l8r 2night*

*OK. C U then. *

He pocketed his phone just as they drove up. An unexpected vehicle was parked at the entrance.

"Who the hell is here?" Sam asked.

"I have one guess." Paul climbed out and made sure he pistol was in the waistband of his jeans.

As they opened the door, two figures jumped and spun around. Paul pulled out his pistol, Sam surprisingly done the same.

"Well, well. Look who we have here. Peter and Charlotte. Looks like we found who has been stealing some of the good stuff this time." Paul said as he walked towards the two.

"Paul. Sam. How's it going?" Peter tried to act like nothing was wrong.

"It's about to be going bad for the two of you. This is strike number three for you. Do you know what happens on strike three?" Sam said in that dangerous voice.

"You wouldn't." Charlotte hissed.

"Keep your mouth shut, Char." Peter responded.

" Why? They've screwed us. Now its our turn to screw them." Charlotte said bravely.

"I suggest you listen to him. Wouldn't want to get a bullet between your eyes." Sam looked at her, pointing his gun at her.

Paul heard his phone ding, but left it be. His attention was focused on the thieves in front of him. He watched as Charlotte moved around the makeshift table, her hand hiding something behind her.

"You better drop whatever it is behind your back, Charlotte." Charlotte dropped a pocket knife. "Good girl. Now explain why we catch the two if you at our shipment yard with a batch of cocaine?" Paul questioned.

"Look, we just wanted to get a bit before it hit the street. No harm." Peter stumbled over his words.

"You're right, Peter. No harm, but this is strike three." Sam said.

Before anyone could blink, Sam pulled the trigger and shot Peter in his chest. Charlotte screamed before Paul put a bullet in her. Sam and Paul made sure they were dead by putting a second bullet in the two.

"Luckily we're in the warehouse with the well." Paul said as he put the safety on and shoved the gun back in his waistband.

"True. Let's get rid of them and clean up. We have other things to do." Sam picked up Peter by the arms and drug him to the deep well.

Paul followed with Charlotte and hauled her over the edge. As Sam hauled Peter over, Paul got the jug of acid and poured enough in to cover tracks. Sam gathered the hose and sprayed the floor. The bloody water drained into the well.

"Grab the drugs and let's get out of here."

Paul nodded and put the packages in the duffle and they left. When they got in the truck, Paul checked his messages. It was from Isabella letting him know she was getting ready for work at the club. By now she would be leaving so he had Sam drop him off at his place.

Once at home, Paul headed to his shower, stripping as he walked through his room. He could still smell Isabella's body wash lingering. He couldn't help but smile. He quickly washed himself up and dried off and done a quick shave before dressing. He dressed in his black jeans, white button up and a black jacket. He styled his hair and put on his new cologne.

When he was satisfied on how he looked, he headed out the door. The drive to the club was short. He walked in and seen Isabella getting her sections from Rose. He gave her a wave before heading into his office. Shortly after, Rose walked in.

"I think Isabella is going to work out perfectly. I have her taking section three on the floor. I want to see how she does before I send her to a VIP box."

"I leave all that to you, Rose. I just pay the bills here. You pretty much run it. How are the alcohol levels?"

"We're good. We have plenty to go for the next week or two. Oh, you do need to have more condiments or whatever you call them ordered. I call them snacks, but I know you say otherwise." Rose smirked.

"Alright. Order whatever we need. I'll look the order form over and sign. Do I have anyone coming tonight?" Paul asked as he sat back in his chair.

"Jasper. He's the only VIP coming."

"Okay. Let me know when he arrives. I'm going to be going over some invoices you so nicely piled on my desk."

"You're welcome, boss." Rose smiled and walked out.

"Boss, Jasper is waiting in VIP." Rose poked her head in the door.

Paul looked up from the monitors and nodded. He had been watching Isabella the entire time. He stood and put his jacket on and left to the VIP room.

"Paul. How are you?" Jasper gave him a hand shake as he walked in.

"Good. You?"

"Just fine. How's sales?"

"Low. We've had complaints. Plus found a couple stealing the shipments."

"Complaints?"

Before Paul could answer, in walked Isabella. Everyone got quiet.

"Just because a lady walks in doesn't mean you fellows have to quit talking." She smiled. "I'm Isabella and I'll be your waitress. What can I get you handsome men?" She gave Paul a small wink.

Each one gave them her order and she gave a smile before walking out.

"Now, you said we've had complaints?"

"Yeah. My biggest seller said people aren't getting as high as before. They're worried its not good."

"What about the thieves?"

"Taken care of. Personally."

"Good. Can't have anyone stealing."

Isabella came back in. Paul was impressed at how quick she was at her job. Between her and Jacob's quick skills, they would make business good.

"Well, well, the lady is back in record time. What did you say your name was, darlin?" Jasper gave her a smile.

"Isabella." She said as she handed Paul his drink.

"The name is Jasper Whitlock." He said as she handed him his drink.

"Pleasure." Was all she responded before walking to the back of the room.

"Paulie, the shipment is good. How many times have I let you down?"

Paul sighed. "None Jasper. Just some of the guys on the street are saying the drug is no good. I can't help but raise question when I have so many telling me."

"Try it out for yourself. You will see. This shipment is much better. My guys have done some tweaking."

Paul nodded. "I'll try it later. Like I said, I don't doubt you."

Jasper nodded and smiled. The rest of the night went smoothly. Isabella done well in the box. And on the floor. At the end of the night, he told Jasper to wait for him. He went down to where Isabella was helping clean.

"Bella, I'll be home in an hour or so. Go ahead and get settled for bed. I'll see you there." He whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek.

"Okay, Paulie. See you there."

He could sense something was wrong but didn't say anything. He walked out the back and met with Jasper.

"Here. Try this. It's better."

Paul heard car doors shut in the background. He knew it was the girls leaving. He didn't think anything about it as he took a sniff. He could feel the effects fast.

"Yeah. This is good. I'll take it and get my guys together tomorrow to get it out there."

Jasper smiled. "Good doing business with you." He shook Paul's hand.

Jasper's guys unloaded and left. Paul walked to his truck and headed home. The cocaine was working in him, taking him to a better high than before. When he reached the house, he locked the truck and walked in.

"Bella, I'm home."

"Kitchen."

He smiled at the sight of her at the bar. He walked over and gave her a kiss before sitting beside her.

"How was your first night? I do have to say I'm proud of your demeanor in the VIP room."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Isabella said in a low voice.

"Tell you what, baby girl?"

"You know what. I heard the conversation between you and that Jasper guy. Why didn't you tell me you dealt drugs?"

"Shit." Paul sighed. "Look, I've been dealing with it since I was a teen. Its part of my job as a high name mob guy. Its nothing."

"Really? Nothing? I seen you by the car. I know what you done. How could you? Knowing what caused Edward to beat the hell out of me." She stood up from the bar and headed upstairs.

"Isabella! Wait." Paul chased after her. "Listen to me."

"What, Paul?"

"Its part of my business, dealing drugs. And occasionally I do them. What I do with my shit isn't any of your business."

"You're right, its not, but when I have to find out over eavesdropping that my new boyfriend deals the shit that caused my ex boyfriend to beat me and go all mad man, the I think I have a right to be pissed."

"Look, I was doing this long before you came in the picture. I'm not going to stop doing what I want just because you say. Its not my fault all that shit happened to you." Paul was yelling and waved his hands around.

"Fine, do whatever the hell you want. You're right. I accepted the fact that your a second in the mob, I accepted that you killed a few people, but you never told me that you done and dealt drugs. The one thing I absolutely hate. You're a bastard. Either you stop doing them or I'm done. And I'm not asking. I'm telling you."

Paul reared his hand back and slapped her. "Don't you ever tell me what to do. If you don't like the shit, then get the hell out of my house!"

Isabella held her cheek, staring in shock at Paul. Tears slid down her face. "Fine. I'll go. But I won't be back."

She threw her shoes and jacket on and grabbed her purse before storming out. Paul suddenly realized what he had done.

He sat on the edge of her bed and put his head in his hands. "What the fuck have I done?" He raced down stairs and out the door to they and stop her. He looked around but didn't see her.

He went back inside and slammed the door. He started throwing anything and everything he could get his hands on. He promised her he would never lay hands on her in any way in anger. Then he goes and slaps her.

After he is done with his rage fit, he settles at the bar, head in his hands. He doubted he could ever make this up to Isabella. As manly as he was, he wasn't ashamed to let tears fall down his face.

He loved her. The only woman he could ever love. And he hit her. She wasn't coming back. Not after that.

**A/N: Hope you enjoyed Paul's POV. He hates me right now for that. He's not speaking to me. But I hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think. :)**