Rosalie P.O.V
I'll go anywhere; West Virginia baby I don't care- Mexico on wild hair. Have you ever seen California? Pick a spot on any old map. I travel light and my bags are packed. Just as long as I'm where you're at I'm gonna have a real good view. I'll go anywhere - anywhere with you. –Jake Owens
Emmett was up and dragging me out of bed pretty early despite the fact that we hadn't gotten much sleep. He had me up and dressed, shoveling toast in to my mouth at around 10 and in to the grocery store by 10:30. I simply pushed the basket and followed Emmett as he threw things in to it. Emmett was in a good mood. That meant that he was hitting me on my ass when he got a chance and making smart ass jokes that were far funnier then remotely insulting.
"Sooo cereal?" he asked.
I sighed and leaned forward on to the basket. Emmett had on his normal outfit, a dark gray suit this time, light blue undershirt. It was a large difference from the lazy jeans and tshirt that I was wearing.
"I like Fruity Pebbles."
Emmett scoffed, but grabbed the box of cereal and threw it in to the basket all the same.
"Not everyone is a health nut," I teased.
"I suppose you're right," he looked down at his phone.
He had composed an entire list of things that he thought I needed in my house. They ranged from things like soup and cereal to fruit and eggs.
"We're almost done," he said cheerfully and grabbed the end of the basket with one hand.
I followed Emmett. This was strange. It was different. I would have never guessed a week ago that we would be in a store grocery shopping together.
"So," Emmett looked at me over his shoulder, "I was thinking-"
"Emmett!"
He turned quickly- probably from the constant need to be on his toes and caught the girl that carelessly jumped in to his arms. Emmett looked angry and then shocked and then relieved and then… happy? He hugged her back briefly.
"What the fuck are you doing in town?" he laughed.
"Well since you've gone all the way up the fucking ladder- Carlisle needed someone to help train the newbies," she shrugged nonchalantly and I took her in.
She was short- shorter than me- with brown hair that stopped about an inch below her shoulders. She had on a light brown, long sleeved shirt that was tucked in to some dark brown high waisted shorts. She had several bangles on one of her arms and a silver arm bangle, going around the top of the opposite arm. She had on some sandals and no accessories. She was pretty.
"So he sent for the best?" Emmett asked and she laughed.
"Naturally," she rubbed her nails on the front of her shirt and blew on them, "I turned your sorry lanky ass in to a brick wall. That means anyone can do it,"
"Yeah, yeah," Emmett fake rolled his eyes.
"So how have you been? God- how's Alice and Jasper?"
I cleared my throat and Emmett turned towards me.
"Bree, this is Rosalie Hale- Carlisile's daughter. Rosalie this is Bree Tanner. She worked for your father for a while when I first started,"
Bree offered me her hand and I shook it. Carlisle's daughter. That's exactly who I was. Thanks Emmett.
"It's great to meet you," she smiled at me and then turned back to Emmett, "Sorry, Em. I'm an idiot. I saw your big ass shoulders and never even noticed you were with someone. You could have told me you were working!" she hit him playfully in the stomach and he hunched over fakely.
"It's cool," he laughed, "Just watch the right hook."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you around," she pulled her phone and looked at it, "probably in about a hour."
Emmett nodded.
"It was an honor to meet you Ms. Hale," she smiled brightly at me and I noted her deep dimple on one side, "I owe your father my life,"
"A lot of people do," I shrugged.
Bree bit her bottom lip and nodded.
"See you around, big guy," she hit Emmett on the shoulder and then took off.
I didn't like her. I didn't like her at all.
"A lot of people do," Emmett said in his fake girl voice and then laughed, grabbing the end of the basket and continuing down the aisle.
I wanted to hit him in the back of his head, but instead I crossed my arms over my chest and followed after him.
"So what does she do?" I asked.
"Uhm, Bree was in special operations when I started. It's basically what I do now- but she worked closer with your mother I believe."
"How old is she?"
"A year younger than me, two years younger than you," Emmett turned down the main walkway and I followed him.
"Did you fuck her?" I asked and casually skipped around the basket and next to him.
I was curious. I wanted to know.
"Once or twice," he laughed.
I tip toed and hit him behind the head.
"That's not funny!" I glowered.
"Sorry," he continued to laugh, "No- I did not fuck Bree. Even if I wanted to- which I never did- she would have broken every bone in my hand had I tried. She's very professional," Emmett turned his head to look at me, "Are you jealous?" he raised an eyebrow.
I knew that I was blushing and I knew that Emmett was loving it.
"I'm not embarrassed of you, Rosalie," he said going from his annoying cocky self to his serious self.
He turned down an aisle and I followed. That thought had never crossed my mind and I opened my mouth to tell him just that.
"I introduced you as Carlisile's daughter because you are his daughter," he began looking at the different brands of Jams next to him, "If he sent for Bree he must be up to something. That means she'll be around for a while. Why would I introduce you as something else for her to see a picture of you around their home or you in the flesh and tell your father I'm fucking his daughter?" he knelt down and picked up a jar, remaining in that position reading the back, "We'll tell him when we're ready. No one else should have the opportunity."
Emmett was smart. I hadn't thought of any of that. I was too busy being jealous.
"Bree's really nice to everyone-like Isabella. I don't think she even notices it," he stood back up and sat the jam in the basket and then walked around it, stopping in front of me.
I loved when he was close like this to me. I loved his smell.
"Besides, even if I had fucked Bree, now that I've gotten between your legs, what's between everyone else's doesn't matter," he shrugged and then turned around and grabbed the basket, starting to walk again.
I didn't understand why he felt that he could just say those things to me. If I wasn't red before I definitely was now.
The rest of our shopping was glitch free. Emmett and I checked out, retreated to my place and saved all of the unnecessary shit that he wanted me to have. From there he had to go to some sort of work out that my dad had assigned him to. I figured that was what Bree meant when she had said that he would see her later and I also figured that was why Emmett had dragged me along to the gym with him. He had wanted to prove to me that there was nothing going on. I believed him. He had told me you only lied when you were afraid and that was true. With that thought in mind I was a hundred percent sure that he would never lie to me. Emmett didn't fear anyone- maybe my father but I couldn't pick out anyone else. Emmett had put on a deep green shirt and some black basketball shorts complete with the matching green shorts and black shoes. He had left me at a treadmill that was outside of the room that they would be working out in with a quick wink and I just watched. I put the treadmill at a slow speed and watched Emmett at work.
Emmett wasn't the Emmett that he was with me when he was in that room. He wasn't smiling or making inappropriate jokes. He was serious and stern. He was commanding respect. Emmett worked the shit out of the people in that room and then Bree had come and taken over and Emmett had fallen in line. She'd worked the shit out of him. It was a new experience watching Emmett submit to someone. It wasn't exactly something that I could imagine from knowing him. We'd been- mostly- normal all day. It was nice.
Emmett P.O.V
Bree wore me the fuck out. I spent more time laid on my back on the mat then actually sparring with her. I'd lost my center dealing with the pathetic people Carlisle had nowadays. Once upon a time I had been able to pin Bree, maybe even knock her on her ass. That wasn't the case anymore.
"Up," Bree commanded and I pulled myself to my feet, "You've gotten sloppy, Emmett."
"Tell me about it," I cracked my neck both ways.
Practice was over. Everyone else had packed up their shit and left and Bree and I were still on the mat. She charged at me. Size had nothing to do with ability. She was fast- extremely. She threw hits at me quickly. I somehow managed to dodge. Her feet were lethal, but it was hard to watch them when she was constantly moving around me while throwing punches- quick, hard ones that made stings wherever they landed. Right. Left. Right. Duck. I was too busy dodging Bree's attacks to even be able to counter. My phone gave out a buzz and then one of her feet hit me in the throat and I was on my knees instantly.
"Don't get distracted," she snapped.
I put my left hand to my throat and gasped for air.
"Fuck Bree!"
She chuckled.
"You're fine. Get up."
She was right- I was fine. I took a deep breath. I had missed Bree. She was the only real competition I'd ever had. I pulled myself up and got ready to charge her. My phone buzzed again.
"Check that," she motioned to it and I nodded.
Sweat was dripping down my forehead. I wiped my face with my shirt and we walked to the wall together where our phones were plugged and our bags thrown lazily to the ground. I picked up a water bottle and twisted the top off and Bree picked up her phone. I looked at her, her short hair pulled into a tight donut in the back of her head. I didn't understand how she rarely sweated when she was always in constant motion. I pulled the top off and gulped some water down. It was heaven sliding down my burning throat.
"I can't kick your ass anymore," Bree hit me on the shoulder and laughed, "Carlisle needs me at the house."
"Thank God," I yawned and grabbed my phone, "I think my bruises have bruises now," I lit my phone up.
Get to the house. Now. You have 20 minutes.
Fuck.
"Then get your shit together," she said simply and picked up her water bottle and gym bag.
"Carlisle summoned me too. Do you know what's going on?" I picked up my own gym bag and yanked my charger out of the wall.
"Not a clue, big guy, but let's get going. He isn't known for patience."
Bree pulled her hair free from her donut as she started towards the door. I followed close behind.
Rosalie was exactly where I had left her- now jogging instead of walking. Her hair was in a high ponytail. She had on some navy blue athletic shorts and a matching sports bra that was just slightly visible under her light grey tank top. She pulled her headphones out of her ears when she saw me and stopped the treadmill.
"Hi Rosalie," Bree smiled at her and Rosalie gave a faint forced smile back.
I fought my urge to laugh. She didn't like Bree and she didn't even know why.
"Carlisle summoned me to the house so I have to go-now," I said, "I'm really sorry,"
She yanked her phone out of the treadmill cup holder and shook it.
"He summoned me too so I guess we're carpooling," she climbed down and stretched her arms, putting one across her chest and pushing on the opposite shoulder and then switching.
Carlisle was up to something.
"Even better- let's go," I grabbed her water off of the treadmill.
"See you guys there then," Bree offered a smile and then quickly walked away.
She did everything in hyper speed. Rosalie started towards the exit and I followed behind her.
"How was your workout?" she asked.
"I got my ass beat," I answered honestly.
She laughed.
Alice P.O.V
Carlisle met me at my car and opened the door for me. I pulled my keys out and then climbed out and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Alice!" he pulled me in to a hug, "It's good to see you."
"It's always a pleasure," I smiled at him and he took a few steps back, allowing me to close my car door.
Carlisle was looking better. He had dyed most of his grey hair and his arm was free of that God awful sling that it had been in. I followed him up the driveway.
"Thank you for coming, Alice," he said and draped an arm over my shoulder.
"I always come when you call, old man," I joked.
I liked being around Carlisle. He was ruthless sometimes and he could be scary, but most of the time he was nice and funny as shit. He just didn't go for bullshit and disrespect and I appreciated the type of person that he was.
"Old man?" he laughed and I noted the people running around his front yard.
There were a couple of them- 4 maybe 5 scattered around the front yard. He had far more security when he had guests over after his little incident two months ago. We got to the door and Carlisle pushed it open. I walked in first and then he followed.
"Drink with me in my office," he said and turned towards it.
I scanned the interior of his house. It was quiet- extremely. There were three guys dressed head to toe in black, with some rather large guns in their hands. The nodded to us as we passed them on our way to the office from where they stood, one on each side of the staircase and one outside his office door. Carlisle entered and walked straight to his desk and sat in his chair. I sat across from him and he pulled a drawer open and took out some brown liquor and two glasses. He never ceased to amaze me. He sat the glasses down and sighed.
"Alice, what do you think about Seth," he asked me and sat the glasses on his desk with a clatter.
I watched him twist the top off of his bottle and fill the glasses. He slid one to me.
"I don't think I know him well enough to have an opinion," I admitted.
"He wants to give me all of his parent's territory," Carlisle took a drink from his cup.
My eyebrows creased.
"Why?" I picked up the short glass and raised it to my nose.
"He doesn't want anything to do with the game. He says it's the reason his parents died."
I didn't like what I smelled. I sat the glass back down and leaned back in to my chair.
"That's understandable," I noted, "Your daughter doesn't want to keep the family business going either."
"Funny you should mention her actually. Seth likes her. He wants to go in to politics and he feels like she would make a good trophy wife," he motioned to my glass, "What did you smell?"
"Cognac," I made a face and Carlisle laughed, "I've never had a taste for the stuff, but what does his infatuation with your daughter have to do with this?"
"He wants to sign everything over to her- his trophy wife- who will naturally give it to me. Like you said- she doesn't want shit to do with the underground world."
You had to be kidding me. Seth wanted to marry Carlisle's daughter. Emmett would shit himself. I ran a hand through my hair.
"You really think she'd go for that?" I asked and picked the glass back up.
"I don't know, but she's on her way here and it'lll be discussed."
And now I had to make sure my brother's infatuation didn't end up married. Fabulous. I was going to have to shoot this kid in the head. The territory would go off to his nearest realative and not Carlisle, but I was willing to take that risk. I could easily come up with some bullshit lie as to why I'd ended their little family line. I tilted my head back and drank my small glass quickly.
"I thought you weren't a Cognac woman, Alice," Carlisle laughed.
"I feel like this meeting will require me to drink," I said honestly.
The door bell rang.