Lost and Found by SoapyMayhem

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Chapter 50

**Edward**

"Where do you think you're going?" he barks at Bella's retreating form - she stops dead in her tracks. "Hands in the air where I can see them – drop that gun then turn around."

Bella does as she's told. Her eyes meet mine – I see the relief.

Before the guard can bark out another order, I hear the muffled pop of my silenced gun, and then the bullet's impact with his head. Bella stares wide-eyed at me as he slumps against the tree.

She runs toward me, limping still. I accept her in my arms feeling the briefest sense of relief.

"Your leg, are you all right?" I as worriedly as my lips brush against her hair.

"It's a slight sprain, I'll be fine," she admits before pulling away.

As we head toward the guard who cornered Bella, recognition takes hold giving me a reprieve from some of the guilt I was holding – Felix – a notorious Volturi agent. James is here on Volturi business – thank fuck.

"Bella, would you to go back into the woods and hide if I told you I could handle this alone, that you'd only get in the way?" I whisper pleadingly – desperately.

"I can't – I can't stand by knowing my baby is so close," she chokes out a quiet sob.

"I thought so… then here, I'm giving you this gun to use only if you absolutely have to. There are five bullets left in it, and here's another clip. Do you know how to load it?" She nods. "Good – I want you watching the door. If anyone tries to go in or come out – shoot them. But for fucks sake, make sure it isn't Oliver and me, okay?" I relent, hoping that this task is enough to keep her sated.

She can't be there when I face James.


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