TNMC

I know I don't own twilight or any of the characters. I do own the plot though.

Chapter 36

BPOV

I had been staying at Edward's for the past six weeks and time had flown. We had settled into a surprisingly nice daily routine centred on fun, food and lots and lots of fucking (his words not mine) who knew my big bad green eyed mob boss could laugh so much. The only dark cloud on the horizon was Jarvis. Every lead they followed seemed to send them down a dead end. It was becoming increasingly obvious that someone was seriously playing with me. Although all of the focus had been on me the more I learned about Edward the more I thought that it had to be linked to his business. Trouble was neither of us were really sure who the actual victim was supposed to be. I was convinced no one could actually gain anything by stalking me but Edward was convinced that Jarvis was infatuated with me. I pointed out on more than one occasion that he was a big bad mob boss and maybe someone was trying to get to him through me. Those conversations though usually ended up in some form of sex. It became Edward's guaranteed way of shutting me up every time I dared to mention the 'M' word (Mafia/Mob, take you pick). He also took great pleasure in reminding me that all I had to do was marry him and we could talk about his other business all night long. I quickly cottoned on that the quickest way to get some hot sexy action in the afternoon was to try and talk about his other business.

Mr Jarvis was always one step ahead. No matter what Paul and Alex tried they couldn't find any trace of him. If I hadn't have spoken to the man myself I would have doubted if he actually existed. This was making Edward grumpier than ever and both Seth and Emmett were taking the brunt of his anger. I played mediator more than once, saving both of them from getting shot on several occasions.

In the evenings Edward was a different person. Once he was home with me and the security system was on he relaxed and I saw the side of him that no one else saw. He was loving and playful and as he relaxed and trusted me more he really opened up. Our sex life was incredible. Edward loved to be in control and I was happy for him to take charge. Don't get me wrong there was no master and slave or dom and sub, he just liked to take control. I'd finally managed to wear my very expensive, never before seen lingerie which had resulted in me being well and truly spanked. I can't say I'd ever experienced it before but we would definitely be doing it again. As the days passed we established a routine of breakfast together then during the day I would go out with Quil and whoever else was about so that I could continue running my business. Everyone was trying desperately to keep me safe and try to appear as if nothing wrong at the same time. If it wasn't serious it would be quite comical to see Quil checking the ladies loo in restaurants and bars before he would let me go in. I learnt my lesson quickly and tried never to use public restrooms !

Edward always made it home by seven so we could have dinner together. After dinner we would retire to the Den or the bedroom. If we were in the Den we kept things clean, aware we were being watched, but once we hit the bedroom things would inevitably get hot and heavy.

Today was not a good day. I'd burnt the breakfast because Edward decided he could nibble on my neck while I was waiting for the bacon. Then when I checked my emails the one I'd been dreading was waiting for me. The owners of the penthouse had accepted the offer. Even though I had recommended they did there was still a part of me that hoped they would change their mind. The buyer had the cash and the sale was due to complete today. I needed to go over and make sure everything was ready and leave the keys with Alfie.

As Quil and I made our way across town I was in a weird mood. Something was off and I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong. We stopped to pick up coffee and pastries. I wanted to say thank you because Alfie had become a friend with all the times I'd been in there.

"Hi Bella, big day today isn't it?" Alfie asked as I walked into the foyer.

"It certainly is," I smiled at him, handing over the coffee and pastries. "Just a little thank you Alfie, you have been such a help these last few months, remember me if anyone else tells you they are moving."

"And from my favourite bakery," he said, peeking into the paper bag and smiling at the Danish pastries nestled in the bottom.

"Unfortunately this is my last visit," I told him, waving the keys at him. "I just need to make sure that everything is okay up there and then I can hand these over. The new owner will be over this afternoon to pick them up. I'll call you if anything happens or it falls through."

"No worries Bella," he took a big bite of a pastry, little flakes falling from his mouth in his eagerness, "I've done this enough times before, no keys until I hear everything has completed."

Quil and I made our way upstairs to the penthouse. I didn't take me long to check everything and to say a silent goodbye to the place. I couldn't resist a quick visit to the closet in the main bedroom. I had to suppress a smile as I remembered meeting Green Eyes that day. Even the indignance I still felt at being manhandled and locked in a cupboard didn't take away from my first memory of that green eyed foul mouthed man. Who would have thought all these months later I was madly in love and living with the man. A knock on the penthouse door brought me back from my daydream. In the hallway Quil was already looking through the peephole in the door. My phone started to ring. With Quil on the door I chose to address the phone.

"Hi Alfie," I was surprised to see his name on the screen, "what's wrong?"

"There are some men on the way up to see you," he said breathlessly.

I quickly looked at Quil and he was busy talking on his phone. I could tell from his demeanour he wasn't happy, he kept looking through the spy hole and then talking quietly into his cell.

"Miss Swan," the shout was accompanied by an urgent rapping on the door. "FBI Miss Open the door immediately." "Fuck," said Quil, as he peered through the spyhole. He nodded, letting me know he was going to open the door.

"Stand back and stay behind me." The sight that met us as the door opened could have been quite frightening to someone who wasn't used to uniforms, but I'd grown up around policemen and the police station. Three pain clothes detectives with FBI jackets and baseball caps on, identification on display ready and behind them two uniformed officers. As I made my way to the door Quil was already reading the name and badge numbers into the phone. I presumed that Paul or Alex were checking they were real agents.

"What can we do for you gentlemen?" Quil held his phone at a weird angle, someone was listening to what was going on the other end.

"We need to speak to Miss Swan at our base." A medium height, medium build man with a bland face turned his attention to me. He seemed to be in charge and had a slight paunch, however I noticed that both the build and stance of the other two felt more military than police" Could you come with us please." "Am I being arrested?" I was stunned as to what they could want with me.

"Miss Swan," the paunch man looked at his watch, a touch of impatience in his voice, "I would rather we have this discussion in private."

"Five of you to talk to me is a little bit overkill isn't it, what do you need to talk to me about?" I asked looking at the group.

"I will bring her to the station once I have contacted her attorney, "butted in Quil. "What precinct are you attached to?" As I looked at the phone, still in his hand at a jaunty angle I couldn't help but wonder if it was Edward. He would not cope with this at all. The last thing I needed was him coming and causing a scene in the police station. If they arrested him chances are he'd never see daylight again.

"It's okay Quil," I said, calmly and clearly. "I have nothing to hide. I'll go with these gentlemen and you can follow us."

"I don't think that is a good idea Bella." Quil said shaking his head

A growl emanated from the phone, an angry punctuation mark. "Miss Swan," the detective gestured for me to follow.

"Do I have a choice?" I asked the detective.

He looked uncomfortable as he looked at the guy standing next to him.

"We aren't arresting you Miss Swan but we would like to talk to you in private"

I picked up my purse and laptop then turned to Quil.

"Tell him where I am and that I'll see him later and that he has nothing to worry about."

With that I was led downstairs and ushered into the back of an SUV. I could see Quil running out of the building and towards his vehicle. He wrenched open the door but couldn't see what I could, someone had destroyed the two tyres on the passenger side of his car. Quil wasn't following me anywhere. Suddenly I started to feel a little uncomfortable.

I was sandwiched between two officers in the back of the SUV. No one spoke and I struggled to see where I was actually being taken. I assumed that the blacked out windows were for that specific purpose. I held my purse and laptop bag on my knee like a security blanket. Eventually we pulled into an underground car park, the security was top notch, steel roller doors, keypad entrance and cameras everywhere. It was also very obvious that this wasn't a normal police station. I gripped my purse tighter and tried to stay calm.

EPOV

I looked around at the chaos and destruction that used to be my office. Listening to my beautiful Bella being led away by the FBI has to be one of the most horrendous things I have ever listened to, and I've been present when Emmett has been on top form with his surgical tools. As Quil screamed that his car had been vandalised and he couldn't follow her I'd lost the last vestiges of control I'd been clinging to. As the wing back chair sailed through the air and bounced off the far wall everyone except Emmett had excused themselves and left me to my tantrum.

"Are you quite finished bro? Emmett was standing by the door, either keeping people out or me in, I wasn't sure which. "If you are we can go and find Bella." He ducked as I threw a bottle of 18 year old Scotch whisky at him.

"How the fuck are we supposed to find her," I growled, "those weren't ordinary FBI agents. All of their records are locked and that only usually happens when they are deep undercover." I was close to issuing the order to rip this city apart. If the authorities wanted a war I was ready to start one. I could feel my heart breaking as I imagined what they were actually doing to her.

"Edward," he said calmly, "we have a tracker in her laptop and phone. Paul offered to upgrade everything for her a month or two back and while he was working on them he just happened to slip in some top of the range, accurate to 1 metre, homing devices that are constantly transmitting".

It took a minute for the information to sink in but as the second bottle left my hand I realised we had a lead on where she could be. I ignored the smug look on his face as he ducked once more.

"Why the fuck are you stood here if you can find her?" I screamed as the bottle shattered against my office door. Emmett shook the whisky out of his hair and reached behind him to open the door. We both tried to get out of the door at the same time like some bad comedy duo.

By the time we made it to the control room Paul already had both the signals pinpointed and was putting the coordinates into google maps. "You have got to love street view," he said as an image of a nondescript warehouse appeared on the screens.

"Okay, now we know where she is let's see if we can get a better look," he was engrossed in his laptop and I could hear Alex talking to him.

"Where the fuck is she, what is that place?" I was trying to get some answers but Paul and Alex were busy bringing up pictures on the screens of different views of the building. There was no sign of life.

"I'm picking up some infra red activity inside, there are at least six people in two rooms." Alex told us over the intercom.

"Can you get into their security system?" Emmett asked.

"I'm trying but it's one of the tightest systems I've seen, this makes the FBI system look like a gift.

It took ten of the longest minutes I've ever lived through before Alex finally crashed their internal CCTV system. We could see the corridors and some of the car park and Alex kept flicking backwards and forwards as he tried to find any trace of Bella. Quil slipped into the room as we watched the screens and he suddenly shouted at Alex to go back.

"Boss that's the same place they took me," he yelled. "I'd recognise that flooring anywhere."

As soon as he said it Paul started to cross check the coordinates of where Quil had been picked up from and where the Range Rover had been left.

"Boss the SUV was only ten minutes drive from here, chances are he is right, whoever has Bella are the same people who took Quil." A cold finger of fear crept into my heart. She was in danger and it was all my fault.

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Thank you as ever to LL for making this readable as ever a superb job x

Okay you have a choice for the next chapter I have an outtake that covers what happens when Bella wore her lingerie (lemons lots of lemons) or we can find out what's happening. Your choice. Let me know in your reviews please xx.