Lagniappe
Chapter 37. Momma Claws
Isabella Swan
WARNING: Cursing, Gore, Blood and Angst.
I love writing Badass Bella chapters. And I must say that in this chapter, she is quite the badass! Just sayin'!
Don't mess with a Momma's Baby!:P
Well let's get to this!
Here we go…
After hanging up with Jasper I went back to cooking dinner since Alice, Alec and I were starving. Alice had just randomly showed up. She said she was in the neighborhood doing a job and after she cleaned up she wanted to come over and check up on her Godson. I couldn't blame her. Caleb was the apple of our entire family's eye. Including mine.
Caleb let out a little giggle as Alice hung him upside down by his ankles, laughing like a maniac. The first time she had ever done that I had almost had a heart attack, but since then I kind of got used to it. Plus, the kid loved it. Laughed his head off every time Aunt Alice flipped him.
"Wassup, buddy?" Alice cooed, finally placing him in a solid sitting position in her arms.
Caleb giggled and clapped his little hands together. I couldn't wait until Caleb could start talking so I could know what was going on in that little head of his. He was incredibly advanced for a baby his age, already rolling and attempting to crawl as well as knowing shapes and colors. The pediatrician said he should be talking in a few months with the way he was developing and I was ecstatic.
"You're gunna be huge if you keep growing like you are, kid," Alice chuckled and bounced Alec in her arms. "I wont be able to do this for very much longer!" she kissed his head before coming over to stand by me.
"The doctor said he's perfectly healthy." I stated lightly, stirring the alfredo sauce.
"I know he is," Alice tickled Caleb's stomach. "So when are you going to let me steal this kid for a weekend?" she hugged a willing Caleb to her. "I think I've found the love of my life, right here."
I chuckled and shook my head as I worked on the pasta.
"I don't think your boyfriend would be too happy to hear that," I turned to glare at her playfully. "And ma Bubba is far too good to be cheated on." I scolded playfully.
Alice rolled her eyes and smiled lovingly down at my son.
"I don't think Nahuel would mind sharing me with this little guy," Alice blew a loud raspberry into Caleb's cheek. "He loves kids anyways."
"How are things with ja and Nah-no?" I asked cautiously.
Alice shrugged, continuing to bounce Caleb on her hip.
"We're good," she said truthfully. "The long distance thing sucks, but he said Jasper asked him to come down for a week to help me out with some contract that deals with the new Capo of the Japanese. I'm really excited. I've missed him a lot."
I groaned loudly, "Is there someone from the Japanese that'll be coming after us now?"
Alice chuckled, kissing Caleb's head and let out a heavy sigh before nodding.
"They're a pretty large Borgata." Alice said making facing for Bubba.
"Bur-gat-tuh?" I asked quizzically.
Alice scoffed at me, quirking her brow up.
"It's just another word for crime family." she shrugged. "Almost two years in the game and you still don't have all this shit down?" Alice chuckled darkly.
I scowled at her through narrowed eyes and shook my head.
"Momma said it's normal. She said it took her 'bout five years to get all the code shit down." I grumbled in my defense.
"Well, Nah-no, definitely has the lingo down." Alice said with a disgusting grin on her face.
I pointed the wooden spoon I held in my hand.
"Keep ja mind outta da gutta when ja 'round ma babee." I thwacked her on her knee with the spoon.
The thought of her and her boyfriend doing the nasty was just…horrifying. Caleb was oblivious. As always.
Nahuel was another assassin of Jasper's that worked in Chicago to keep things in order for Jasper when he couldn't be out there doing it himself. The guy was a scary man, never really smiling and taking his job way too seriously. He was perfect for Alice.
He wasn't bad looking either. The guy was massive compared to Alice, at a huge six foot five and two hundred and fifty pounds of nothing but muscle. He was a badass assassin, probably right under Alice and could do some major damage when he needed to. He had hair almost as dark as Alice's and green eyes that shone brilliantly against his dark, tanned skin.
Alice was utterly smitten with the man and had been dating him for almost three months now. Jasper had introduced them or something while working on a contract.
Alice opened her mouth to say something else when Caleb let out a little wail. He probably knew exactly who she was talking about and began to kick and pout.
"Aww, buddy!" Alice giggled, kissing Bubba's head. "You know I love you more than Nah-no."
Caleb wasn't particularly fond of Nahuel since the first time Alice brought him over and Caleb practically kicked him in the face. It was adorable and hilarious to my husband who almost peed himself laughing.
"Love?" I stared at her with wide eyes. "Dat's a big word for ju."
Alice glared up at me and shifted my son on her hip.
"So?"
"So…ja love him?"
"Yeah," Alice swallowed hard and turned to look down at Caleb's lazily bobbing head as he tried to relax. "I do love him."
Alice Brandon was actually blushing!
A huge grin spread from ear to ear on my face. I loved Alice like a sister, no matter how much we bickered, so it was good to see her happy.
"So when is da weddin'?" I chuckled playfully and smacked her thigh.
She groaned and shook her head at me.
"Shut up before I punch you in the boob!" Alice said turning on her heels to walk out of the kitchen.
"Aye!" I called after her, stirring the noodles. "Where ju going with my son?"
"Chill the fuck out!" Alice bit back. "I'm just going to put him down. He's getting fussy."
I just eyed her once and let her go on her way, singing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star to Caleb. I knew Alec was probably chilling out in the living room playing the newest version of Halo that I had to hide every time Jasper stepped into the house, just where I had left him while I strained the pasta.
"Bella?" Alec's voice called form the living room.
My assumption was confirmed.
"What?" I called over my shoulder.
I set the hot, empty pot back on the stove and went to finish up the alfredo sauce.
"Can ya get me a Coke from the fridge?" he called, a string of loud gunshots from his game ringing through my kitchen.
I shook my head and continued to cook.
"Der something' wrong wit'cha legs?" I snorted loudly.
"Aww! C'mon Bella! I-"
Before Alec could finish his sentence a loud beeping came from he security alarm Jasper had installed in every room. I hurriedly dropped everything I was doing and rushed over to the little screen on the wall next to the kitchen door.
The image was dark since it was already night time but I could still make out three, deathly fast and lethal looking bodies dressed in black, carrying guns. They were climbing over the high gate that covered our house as if they had no problem at all, reaching their limbs easily up and over.
I glared at the screen, utterly enraged, before the hurried footsteps of Alice and Alec came bursting through the kitchen, guns already in hand. Alice's eyes scanned the kitchen eagerly, ready to kill as Alec scowled at the room. His eyes were also on fire with fury.
"What are you two doin'?" I snapped at the two idiots before me.
They both stared at me, totally shocked as to my thoughts. They thought I had gone crazy.
Maybe I had. Damn pregnancy hormones.
I rolled my hands and reached out my hand towards Alec.
"Give me ja nine." I said flatly.
Both of them stared down at me confused. I sighed heavily in frustration and finally just reached into Alec's pants to grab the gun that I already knew would be there. Alec jumped back in shock but a little late on his part. I was already clicking on the safety and storming off towards the front door.
"Where the hell do you think you're goin'?" Alice snapped, storming behind me, rifle still in hand.
I turned on my hells, the alarm getting louder as I checked the screen by the front door. They were still helping each other over the gate. I snapped my gaze back over towards Alice.
"I'm gunna give 'em a good ol' southern welcoming." I ground out angrily before cocking the nine back and turning back towards the door. "We can't have one damn week without gettin' fuckin' shot at!" I mumbled to myself.
I unbolted the door quietly before checking the screen one last time. Their deadly limbs gracefully strolled towards the door, almost right in the place I would need them to be when I opened the door. I looked a bit deeper, seeing they hadn't even taken the safety off of their guns.
Big mistake.
I chuckled lowly, took a deep breath and flung the door open. The bodies in black stopped instantly, locking from the shock of me just coming out to meet them. I didn't even waste another breath as I pulled the trigger on my already lifted gun. I hit the closest one right in the head, sending his limp body down to the floor.
The assassins must have been new because they fumbled with their guns shakily before I shot the second in the chest and the third in the knee cap. The third needed to stay alive for information purposes so I didn't hesitate to walk out of my home and pop one in his second knee.
The bitch squirmed on the concrete drive way, thrashing and cursin at me while Alice and Alec already worked to get the two dead bodies into the garage. Good thinker, those two.
I reached down towards the thrashing man bellow me and ppulled himby the hair until I got a hold of the collar of his shirt.
"Ya stupid cunt!" the man hissed in a thick, Irish accent. "I'm gunna fuckin' kill ya!"
"Oh yeah?" I laughed as I easily dragged his large body into my house.
Lifting a baby was a pretty good work out these days.
"I dare ja to try with dose legs I just blew out." I hauled his ass all the way through the hall, kicking and wailing. He tried to punch at my legs but it was hard with the angle I had him at.
When I finally dragged his ass into the kitchen I left him on the granite floors to bleed and cry. I really hoped he wouldn't wake up my son anytime soon. I'd be fucking pissed.
I pulled out one of the heavy, oak wood chairs that didn't have a cushion from the dining room at the other end of the kitchen and dragged his body up onto it. As I started tying him up like Jasper had taught me with the zip ties I kept under the sink, I started to get a good look at him.
Besides the now mangles and awkward positioned legs of his, he was a pretty decent looking man. His huge, green eyes bored down at me with hatred, grumbling through the duct tape I had slapped on his mouth. His fair skin was covered with blood, as was his dark, golden red locks.
"B!" Alec barked as he burst into the kitchen.
I turned slowly after finishing up the last ties around his ankles, not that I really needed to, and stared at a bloodied Alice and Alec. I was sincerely surprised that all this blood hadn't really gotten to me. Sure, it was a disgusting smell, but it wasn't as potent to me when I was pregnant with Caleb.
Maybe this pregnancy would be a little easier.
"Damn!" Alice chuckled as she spotted the man in the chair.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"I was wrong," Alice bobbed her head. "You totally got this game down!"
I shrugged, placing my hands on my back tiredly. I was already exhausted and I still had to get some information out of this asshole and clean up the fucking blood he got on my perfectly clean, granite floors.
Stupid Irish fucker.
"Can you guys go and call Jasper while I…talk to this guy?" I aksed, popping my knuckles.
Alice and Alec stared at me blankly for a moment before stumbling over each other to leave the kitchen. They knew I could do some pretty bad damage if I sincerely wanted to. Boy, did I want to. I think it was the hormones.
After they were gone I took another deep, and much needed, breath of air. I was probably going to make Jasper clean up the fucking floors tonight by the way I was already going down hill. The beating I was about to put on this guy probably wouldn't help either.
I spun on my heels, finally facing the idiot in front of me. He was moaning into his duct tape while a heavy stream of blood ran down his shins and feet. I reached out quickly, ripping off the heavy duct tape from his mouth. The man let out another, strangled moan before spitting at my feet.
Did this fucker know how much these damn Prada's cost?
I snapped my arm back, striking a blow so hard I heard his jaw pop where I hit him. He yelped out painfully, but I didn't stop. I swung twice more before pulling back, not even breathing a slight bit harder.
"Talk!" I barked angrily.
The man's eyes darted up to me after spitting out some more blood. He laughed darkly, blood staining his probably once very white teeth and spoke through labored breaths.
"You think I'm scared of some fuckin' house wife?" he chuckled out bitterly. "You are way outta ya league, love."
I quirked an eyebrow up at him. I leaned down, locking my eyes onto his in a deadly staring match.
"You better believe I expect you to be scared of me," I growled in my normal voice. He probably wouldn't take me seriously with my accent.
He laughed even louder now, spewing blood all over my blouse and face. I quickly wiped it away.
"A'right, love," he coughed, trying not to spew anymore blood or show how badly I was fucking him up. "I'll play along. What'd ya want to know?"
I smiled down at him, mockingly. I knew this kind of guy. He thought he was going to outsmart me. Me! The wife of Jasper Hale, Boss of All Bosses!
I don't think so.
I pushed away from the chair he was sitting at and turned to enter into my kitchen area. I reached into the knife block in front of me and smiled like a maniac. Things were about to get very dirty. I held the shiny, serrated bread knife in my hand by the smooth handle up to my face, examining every twelve inches of cold, sharp, steel.
I turned back one last time to face the man who sat in the chair. For a spilt second I caught his face twisted into pain, trying to bite back his sobs. I felt no pity for him, though and he quickly regained his composure, knowing better than to show any enemy his weeknesses.
I didn't give a fuck if this guy had a family or a wife and kids. I didn't care who he worked for or the circumstances that lead him to be here tonight. All I cared about was that he had tried to hurt my family. Harm my friends and my loved ones. I didn't give a fuck about anything but protecting them. That's what I was going to do.
"I need you to talk," I said quietly, running the unsharpened part of the blade down his cheek. "Because you see, I live in an area that's…very secluded," his eyes widened in horror as I began to press the tip of the knife into his cheek, drawing just a bit of blood.
"And no one will ever hear you scream." I finished sweetly. "Now," I glared down at him, my smile widening at the sight of his fear. "Tell me who your working for and why you're here. What was the contract for?"
His entire body began to shake with fear and pain as I began to drag the tip of the knife farter and farther down his cheek. He opened his mouth the second I began to press harder, but pursed his lips as soon as I pulled away.
"Not gunna tell me?" I pouted mockingly.
My eyes narrowed at his fear filled face as I lifted the knife and sank it down into the middle of his thigh.
"AGHHHH!" he yelled out in horror, jumping a bit before thrashing around. "I'm going to fuckin' kill ya, ya dumb fuckin' bitch! I swear to god almighty!"
"You shouldn't us the Lord's name in vain," I tsked coyly, twisting the knife as roughly as I could.
I was tearing flesh and scraping bone, making more horrified and pain filled yells come out of my victim.
"Talk and I'll pull it out." I lied and twisted the knife some more.
He couldn't take it anymore.
"FINE!" he pleaded desperately. "Fine! It was Declan!"
"Declan who?" I sang, twisting the knife some more.
"O'GRADY! DECLAN O'GRADY!" he screamed in ruthless pain. "PLEASE! STOP!"
I didn't.
"What was the order?" I asked flatly.
He stared up at me, knowing already knew. I twisted again.
"To kill you and the kid!" he sobbed loudly. "I swear! That was it! That's all we came to do!"
I leaned back a bit, ripping the knife out of his thigh. He screamed a bit but clamed down soon. I put the knife down on the counter, thinking of his words as I turned back to face him.
Kill me and Caleb? That was it? THAT WAS IT?
What the fuck was he saying? That was it? He would be killing an innocent child! Two innocent children now! And he felt no remorse? No hurt? No guilt?
I knew I wouldn't feel guilty about what I was about to do.
I planted my feet as firmly as I could, feeling every bit of rage and adrenaline start to pulse through my veins before finally bending my elbow back and pounding into his face.
"Don't!" punch. "You!" punch. "Ever!" punch. "Come near!" punch. "My family!" double jab. "AGAIN!"
Bones and teeth were breaking as well as blood being spewed. Nothing was going to stop me unless someone came in and pulled me off of him. The hormones mixed with my natural instinct to kill anyone who posed a threat towards me or my child was enormous. I couldn't stop it.
A loud groan was coming from the man I was pounding mercilessly into but it didn't matter to me. I was out for his blood. His soul.
"BELLA!" I heard several voices call out to me through my red haze.
"Bella stop!" a pair of tiny but strong arms pulled me off the badly beaten man before me.
I fought angrily against the strong hold clasping down on me.
"Don't hurt her, Alice!" a familiar, loving voice barked towards the person holding me.
They were close. Very close. So close that their cool, sweet and cigarette scented breath washed over my face.
Jasper.
I blinked back, panting and gasping for air as I focused on the person in front of me. Jasper was kneeling down slightly to be at eye level, his hands pressed on either side of my face. When had he touched me?
Alice was still had her harms firmly locked around my waist, pinning me back as Alec assessed the damage I had done. It was quite gruesome since the man was still slightly alive. Just barely, but still hanging on.
I hoped the bastard suffered.
"Bella?" Jasper turned my face slightly so I could stare at him. "Sweetheart?"
I was still panting loudly, puffs of air blowing stray pieces of hair away from my face so Jasper wouldn't have to.
I couldn't quite speak coherently yet, but I could say one thing.
"Caleb." I said between gasps.
Jasper smiled at me gently, kissing my forehead and nodded.
"Alice already checked on him. He's fast asleep and perfectly safe upstairs." he caressed my cheek, still trying to calm me.
"Damn, bitch!" Alice exclaimed loudly, releasing me to Jasper's open arms. "I highly under estimated your strength, Bella. Both mentally and physically."
I wasn't really listening to her as I clung to Jasper's chest. His arms were wrapped around me, one hand caressing the back of my hair. I was soaked in blood and probably staining his shirt but I didn't care. I just needed to stay there. Right in Jasper's hold.
"Thanks Alice. You can go now." Jasper said shortly.
"But I-" she stared, only to be cut off.
"I said go." Jasper hissed.
She left, but not without a long stream of curse words under her breath.
"You okay?" Jasper kissed my head again. "The both of you…?"
I took a deep breath, feeling Jasper's fingers slip under my shirt to splay out over my stomach. I placed a hand on top of his and nodded.
We were both just fine.
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