A/N: FYI the first part of this chapter happened the day after the attempt on Bella and Kenny. It's the same day that shite happens at Fun Town. Also, I am kinda OCD about timelines (you should see the wreck of this one in my notes lol) so as of right now we're about mid-November. This one is a shorty, but necessary. Oh and I'm almost at 100k words (not including A/Ns). Longest thing I've ever even considered writing. Damn. Be on the lookout for Chapter 30 because it's coming up real quick! So yeah, read, enjoy, review, vote, comment, kudos, whatever just let me know you're reading! Thanks!

Chapter 29

"You fucking idiot!"

Edward let his fists fly on Michael as the man kept attempting to swing back. They had been going at it for a while, honestly surprised the cops hadn't shown up at some point. But the motel was ratty, not many occupants and most looked like the type that would turn their eyes away from any kind of disturbance. Edward had finally gotten the upper hand on Michael with a quick shot to the balls that had the man on the ground.

"All you had to do was fucking hold her! Is that so damn hard?"

Michael wheezed out a breathy chuckle. "Oh really? How hard is it to hold on to a fucking kid, huh? A quarter of your weight and weak. So fuck you asshole." He looked up at Edward with one eye swollen shut, the other bloodshot. His left cheek was as swollen as the eye and cut, blood dripping onto the moldy looking carpet. Fuck this, it ain't worth it. "Ya know what? I'm out. Go after the bitch yourself. At least Kohn got out before this shit. They know who we are now. And no way in hell that girl's family isn't comin' after us." He paused for a moment, spitting blood out of his mouth. "I'm gone, see you in hell asshole."

Michael turned on his hands and knees to get up. While his back was turned, Edward reached for the silenced pistol on the dresser by him. Michael was on his knees when Edward finally spoke. "Yeah, see you hell. But you first." He fired one shot, straight into the back of Michael's head. He fell to the ground with an almost silent thump.

Edward heaved a sigh. Things just got a little harder. He'd have to figure this out on his own. But what was the point? What happened when he actually got her? He walked over to the bed and picked up his phone, noticing a missed call from Alice. He groaned. Well, it was his own fault. He dragged Jasper into this mess and now he had to enact revenge for Alice.

It was this stupid obsession that started it all. There was just something about the girl. Bella, Isabella, sweet beautiful Isabella. What drew him to her? It was almost…supernatural the way his thoughts always turned to him. He saw them in the future, powerful and beautiful. Maybe a daughter to appease to his mother. She was the only person to ever give him the cold shoulder, it just gave her that much more appeal.

Edward put the gun in the back of his pants. He then grabbed his jacket and pulled on. After glancing out the curtained windows and seeing no one, he quickly slipped out the door, shut it quietly, and made for his car parked around the block. He never glanced back at the hotel as he pulled out and turned north. He needed to regroup, get some help.

Three hours later, SAMCRO is passing by the motel on their way back to their clubhouse and paused as they saw Unser walking to his car. It seemed the whole of Charming PD was there along with a San Juaquin coroner van and CSI truck. Clay signaled them to pull over. The bright lights the CSI unit had set up nearly blinded them as Jax and Clay approached Unser. "What's going on?"

Unser startled, putting his hand over his heart. "Jesus Christ, Clay! Give an old man a warning!" He turned to Clay and sighed. "Should've figured I'd see your ass about this eventually. Guy found dead, beat pretty good. Gunshot to the back of the head. Nothin' else really."

Clay nodded and looked thoughtful. "Gotta name on the guy yet?"

Unser contemplated it for a moment, as if he was hesitant to give the name up. Nothing for it really, they would find out eventually. "Michael Vynn. Had an Arizona license on him. Clerk says there was another guy with him. Gangly looking guy, kinda pale, weird hair. She said it was kinda like a penny."

Jax exchanged a glance with Clay before shooting his eyes over to Chibs. This may have been the other guy with Edward. He patted Unser on the shoulder. "Thanks Chief. Appreciate that."

They strode back to their bikes with Unser looking after them oddly. They knew they left the chief confused, but they didn't care. The less he knew about this situation the better for them. They relayed what they had learned quickly to Chibs and Opie. Both men knew exactly who the mysterious Michael was. It was the same asshole who had almost raped Bella before she came, the same one who tried to take her the previous night. Well, one less asshole to worry about. They were upset they didn't get a chance at him, but they still had another person to focus on now.

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Seth Clearwater had returned to La Push from Charming a week ago now. He had relayed everything that happened down there to his president who had taken it seriously. They knew Edward had returned, but short of going to the Cullen house and confronting them which would surely lead to a war they didn't want or need right now, there wasn't much they could do. They kept eyes and ears open though for an opportunity to bring Edward out in the open.

Seth was finishing up a grocery run for Paul and Jared who were set to make another gun run that weekend. As he walked past the "Family Planning" section of the store, he had to pause and back up. There in front of the pregnancy tests was Emily Young, looking more than a little green around the gills. Seth quickly hid down the next aisle when she grabbed a couple boxes and made her way to the register. His only thought was Shit.

-00000-

Sam sat at the head of the table in the clubhouse reviewing the maps for the run the next day. They had gotten pretty used to this by now. All was quiet so far and he liked it that way. They were taking a big enough risk as it was. He shifted a moment, feeling the still new patch on his back crinkle slightly. It was a weird feeling, being almost subservient to someone else. While he had answered to the previous president in his early days of the club, he had been president for about five years when the Sons showed up. He was used to doing things his way. The problem had been his way wasn't making money. He didn't have the worldly knowledge that the Sons national president had. So he took what he could, learned from the guys and they started to make their money.

The only thing he felt was missing now was someone to share it with. Sam would never admit it out loud, but there were times he missed Emily if for nothing more than a companion in bed every night. Sure they had a few club girls that hung about to satisfy those needs. But there was something about having someone to come home to that he craved. A person who was there just for him, to give him comfort and acceptance. He knew his life was just going to get more and more crazy as time went on and they got more settled into this way of life. He needed someone to unload on, who supported him no matter what and had his back. He thought over the women that currently hung around the club and couldn't come up with one that he would even consider that with. Who knows, maybe one day.

His thoughts were interrupted at the door to the clubhouse burst open. "Sam, we may have an issue." Sam looked up at the breathless prospect and nodded him towards the chair next to him.

Seth walked behind the bar for a bottle of water then sat and took a second to catch his breath. There was no easy way to relay this news, but he knew it needed to be done before someone could be caught in a lie. "So, I was picking up the rest of the stuff for Paul and Jared right? And well… I happened to see Emily there. She looked like shit." Seth paused a moment to take a big drink of his water. "Dude, she was by the pregnancy tests. I saw her grab a couple boxes and head to the counter. I don't know how things went down with y'all but I wanted you to know in case you had any reason to worry."

Sam just stared at him a moment and then burst into loud laughter. "Ah, thanks I needed that man." He chuckled a few more moments before sighing. "No worries there. Bitch hasn't touched me in months, even before we split. I knew it was a good thing to get rid of her." Seth breathed a sigh of relief. That was not a drama any of them need in their lives.

Too bad Emily didn't see it that way.

The next day, the new Sons of LaPush gathered to see off Paul and Jared as they head to the Canadian border to meet their new Irish friends. Just as they pulled out, a small, dark red car came tearing into the yard and came to a jerking halt in front of the groups. Most of them knew exactly who it was, so with a few eye rolls, they turned to make their way into the clubhouse, leaving Sam to deal with his crazy ex.

Emily threw the car door open and stalked to Sam, little white stick clutched in her fist. She shoved the thing in Sam's face and smirked viciously. "Congratulations daddy. It's a bastard." Emily just knew she had him where she wanted him. He would never turn her away, not like the way his father ran when Sam's mother told him she was pregnant. Now, she had her way back into the Club and would never be able to be shunned again. What she didn't expect was to be laughed at.

"Bitch, get out of here with that shit. That ain't my kid. You haven't touched me in months. No blow jobs, no hand jobs much less a good ol' fashioned fuck. So I don't know what you're thinking, but that ain't mine." Sam stood tall and intimidating over the smaller woman. He took a perverse pleasure in watching the wind fall from her sails as she realized the truth of his statement. He wouldn't be swayed by her.

Emily paled but for a moment, but soon rallied. "Look, I know. I'm sorry. But you're the only person I can turn to." She brought out the tears now, those always made him nervous. "I… don't know what happened. I don't remember any time this could have happened!" Now for the sobs and pitiful face. She grabbed at her stomach and her voice became louder and more desperate. "What if I was drugged? Someone took advantage of me! I don't know what to do! You have to help me Sam!"

"Sam doesn't have to help you do shit. You know exactly who the father of that child is and you best find your way outta this lot and to Forks to find him." The voice was cold and piercing as it broke into their conversation. Sam and Emily turned towards it and watched Sue as she stormed across the lot to them.

"I've put up with your shit for years. I tried to warn Leah, make her see what kind of person you were: a self-centered, conniving bitch. Only out for yourself. It didn't matter what I said, she took up for you." Sue's hands were on her hips and she leaned in to Emily's personal space. "But she wised up when you moved in on Sam. And now, she's happier than she's ever been. She's moved on, is with a gorgeous man and is helping raise his son. You?" Sue looked her up and down with a disgusted look on her face. "I've seen you around town. Flaunting what you don't have. Trying it on with every other guy on the street. They're smart enough not to do anything though. Except one. But I think that was more one-upmanship on his part."

Emily visibly paled at this. She knew that's exactly what it was. But she hadn't cared. She was drunk, lonely, and wanted to get back at Sam for kicking her to the curb. So she took what she got. Though thinking on it now, that was an incredibly stupid thing to do.

"What the hell is she talking about, Emily? Who's the father and why should it have anything to do with me?" Sam was livid at the idea of Emily doing something stupid. And then it hit him. There was only one person that would piss him off more than anyone else in this town. "No, you didn't sleep with that slimy bastard. No fucking way."

Emily just hung her head all but confirming his suspicions. Sue just put it further to rest. "Yes, she did. She slept with Edward Cullen and had the audacity to try to pass it off on you. I knew you were a low down dirty bitch, but this is pathetic."

Sam clenched his fists and turned away from both women. His eyes were shut so tightly, he had no idea if he could even think about opening them. He had never hit a woman before, never had the urge after watching what it had done to his mother. But right this moment? He wanted to beat the ever loving stupidity out of this woman. He kept his back to them as he spoke, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down both their spines.

"You will get your ass in that clubhouse right now. You will sit on a stool and you will explain yourself to the club. You will tell them EXACTLY what your dirty whore mouth told that asshole. You will leave no detail out. Then, you will go home and pack your bags and return here. You will be in Son's hospitality until the child is born. It will be up to the Mother charter what happens to you. You have burned your last bridge here. You have no idea the shit that has happened because of you loose lips and even looser pussy. Get moving."

-00000-

Clay glanced at his phone as it rang in the dark dining room. Gemma had already retired for the night and he had stayed up to finish his cigar and just relax after the stress of the day. First it was dealing with Chibs and Opie's tempers in church. Then it was an almost rape at what was supposed to be a fun event. And to top it all off, a murder that looked to be connected to the girl his club seemed to be obsessed with. It never seemed to end. He sighed heavily as he recognized the Washington area code. He sincerely hoped these new guys weren't already fucking shit up. "Yeah?" His answer was short. He wanted to get to the point and get to bed.

"Hey, Clay." The voice of the LaPush president was quiet and weary sounding. "So, we have a situation."

Clay sighed heavily down the phone. Just what he needed, another fucking situation. "Well, get to it son." He listened as Sam explained everything that happened with Emily. How the gash had gotten drunk and spilled information about the club and Bella to Edward Cullen, giving him the in he needed to find her and start all the shit that had fallen on their heads since. He barely contained the growl at the fact that she even had the info in the first place, but knew that was hypocritical in the first place. He often sought comfort and advice from Gemma but she knew better than to go blabbing. This bitch apparently did not.

Once Sam had told him everything, Clay sighed. "Where's the bitch?" Sam explained that Jacob had taken her back to her house to get some clothes and they were expected back at the clubhouse soon. "Good. You keep that bitch there. If she wasn't fucking pregnant, she would be dead and buried already." He had no problems killing a pregnant bitch at all, but knew the word would spread down to Charming soon through Sue to Leah who would talk with Bella and Gemma eventually. No, he didn't want his wife pissed at him. "But once that kid's born, she disappears. Don't act on this information yet. The only ones that know are us. Let me talk with the guys down here, see what we can do."

Sam confirmed his instructions and they hung up. Clay contemplated the information for a minute, finishing his cigar. He knew once he brought this to the table, the guys would be out for blood. There was no doubt in his mind at least Opie and Chibs, if not the rest of the guys, would be gone straight to Forks to kill the bastard.

His hesitation really stemmed from the fact that this family was so well connected to prominent families. The Russians and these Volturi people were not the kind to be messed with and he wasn't sure what offing this guy would lead to. Did they care enough about him to sanction retaliation? He had to be sure without showing his hand and he hadn't figured out how to do that.

There was also the fact that there had to be a way to use Cullen to get rid of his Bella problem without having to do it himself. Hey, no reason for him to take the heat when he can throw someone else on the fire.