Hello everyone,

This will be a short story and probably only a handful of chapters. It sort of an experiment I have wanted to conduct for a little while, and I will probably update this a couple of times a week.

This is a Emmett/Bella fic and Edward won't be in this story. Sorry ladies …

Anyway, I am interested to hear what you all think. Please let me know. Thanks so much for reading.

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EMMETT

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I stared at my father as if he'd lost his mind--which would be the only explanation for this unreasonable demand. Marry fucking Bella Swan.

Where the fuck did he come up with these fucked situations. "I'm not marrying anyone, especially her. She is completely fucking crazy. Last week she took a shot at Fried Joe in broad daylight. The woman is impulsive, rude, and fucking dangerous. No. I'm putting my foot down. I won't do it."

Angrily, I slapped my father's desk. "Fried Joe has a price on her damn head. Did you know that? He's told anyone who will listen that he wants to tie her ass up to a stake and torch her." As I told my father this intel, I shrugged at the thought. "Maybe I will just tell Joe where he can find her. Save me a world of misery."

As much as I hated her, and I did hate her, I would never turn her over to Fried Joe. The man carried the nickname because he lit a damn family on fire who'd snitched on him for dealing on the street.

Needless to say, Fired Joe wasn't one you wanted to fuck with unless you wanted your whole family burnt to a crisp. And the bastard didn't discriminate either. He didn't give a shit who you were, where you came from, who the fuck you loved.

Yep, he'd light you up with no remorse.

Was I scared of Fried Joe? Absolutely not, and what he did was on his conscience, but if I married that woman, her problems became mine. Up to this point, I didn't have a problem with Fried Joe. "Fuck!"

"You will marry her." my father said, the steely expression leaving little room for my argument. Clenching my jaw, my fist curled at my sides when his finger came up to wave in my face. "You are next in line to inherit Chi-Town, and if you want to maintain your status, you will do what I said. The wedding is this afternoon … As for Fried Joe, I will send men over to handle him."

"I don't understand. You hate … we hate the Swans. Why are you making me do this?" If I didn't want control of the Raptors, I would beat rocks, but if I wanted to put my plans into motion after my father's death, I could see little choice in the matter. "She's probably a block of ice in bed. You do realize you are sentencing me to a life of fucking hell, right."

As I spoke, I kicked the carpeted rug, pacing around my father's study. Bella Swan was the exact opposite of what I wanted in a wife when I chose to get married. Right now, the idea hadn't even hit my radar; I was too concerned with steering the Raptors in a new direction, one that would be very hard for the FBI to nail our organization for any crime.

Laundering … Of course, doing so meant dealing with the cartel, it was a dangerous endeavor but fruitful. Bella Swan could complicate matters; however, as I said before, she was reckless, contrite, and … fuck my life, she was going to be the bain of my existence.

If I had to, I would tie her ass straight to a chair. Just the thought of spanking her ass sent a thrill shooting straight to my balls. Even if she was a spitfire, the idea of bending her over my knee inspired an unhealthy lust. My sexual appetite ran dark, and the thought of vanilla sex left me cringing. The last thing I wanted in my bed was some cold woman that couldn't be satisfied. It didn't fucking matter, anyway; just because I married her didn't mean I had to fuck her. Glaring at my father, I lifted my black brow.

"Are you going to tell me why I'm being forced to marry her?" My fingers trembled with rage as unease slid through me. There was something behind this shit, and I wasn't about to leave before I found out. My father was a mean son-of-a-bitch, but I didn't care as I leaned over the desk to meet his gaze. "Old man, I should just bury you in a ditch somewhere."

Carlisle didn't even blink as he stared back at me. "Whenever you think you are man enough, son, take your best shot. I will tell you; however, you better hit the mark the first time."

Perhaps if Carlisle thought I was serious; he would've already drawn his nine and shot me on sight. Loyalty was essential among the Raptors here in Chi-Town. Especially commitment to the family, and despite my many shortcomings, I was loyal to a fault. Dropping his gaze, I stared down at the smooth mahogany desk as I mumbled, "Just tell me why?"

"Because I am hoping to unite the Raptors with the Saviors. Our organization would become unstoppable. Don't think I don't know your planning on working with the cartel, for fuck sake. News travels, Emmett, especially when that news could put us all in barrels of acid. If you want to go that route, fine by me, but we will need someone to look after our interests." Carlisle shoved his hands through his hair as he stared at me. I could see the worry etched on his features, and this was the first time I noticed how exhausted he looked.

Was it possible? Dad's health wasn't doing as well as I thought? As pissed as I was at him, I paused, studying him closely.

What the hell did it matter? I could marry her, stick her in a room, and put guards on the door if I had to. "Fine. I want you to know I am doing this under duress, and God save the woman if she thinks to test me. I will straight up hogtie her, and not for pleasure either."

Four hours later, I stood in front of a minister, confident the man was going to piss his pants. Just because I was marrying the witch of the midwest didn't mean I had to like it, and I wasn't going to sit here and pretend I did. Glowering at the man in front of me, the sound of the double doors opening behind me had my head swiveling around to see Bella Swan, my unwanted fiancee, being shoved up the aisle with her father's hand firmly pressed in the small of her back.

The little banshee didn't even look scared. Bella looked pissed the fuck off. At least we could agree, I thought, my gaze narrowing when her father whispered something in her ear. Whatever the fucker said made her walk faster. While I would just as soon get this shit over with, I didn't appreciate the mild panic that slipped across her face.

What the hell had her father said? What could change that anger to fear with just a few words? A weird sense of possession filled me. Oddest response ever, but I didn't like the idea of anyone touching what was mine, and apparently, that included the wife I didn't want. My jaw ached with the force in which my teeth clenched. Mr. Swan must've understood the hatred that gripped me because his hand fell away from her waist, yet he walked closely beside her.

I stiffened as she came to stand next to me. Her lithe form was ramrod straight, and she didn't even bother to look my way. The ungrateful … my thoughts trailed off when the minister began to speak.

"Are there any objects to this union?"

If I weren't so pissed, I would've laughed. Everything about this was a fucking objection. Glancing at Bella, I noticed her jaw drop open as if she were going to voice exactly what her complaints were. Again, her father leaned close from the other side, a silent reminder of whatever he'd promised her to get her to agree. As quickly as her jaw opened, it snapped shut, and her nostrils flared as her gaze dropped to her feet.

"Well, if all parties are willing, I will continue."

A fruity scent wafted around me. The sweet smell of melons teased my senses, making it difficult to concentrate on what the man of God had to say. If this was a different time and place and this was any other woman, I might have leaned over and buried my nose in her neck, just to see if she were the source of the tempting aroma.

Shit. I loved sweet shit, but I didn't and wouldn't love her.

I should be worried about standing in a church vowing to love and cherish this woman I didn't even like. Clearly, this whole ceremony was bullshit, and the expression on Bella's face confirmed her consent, which was none.

Bella Swan didn't want to marry me any more than I wanted to marry her. Least we could agree on something, I decided, shifting impatiently on my feet.

Rolling my fingers, I prompted the holy man to continue at a quicker pace. Hell, I hadn't even enjoyed a bachelor party before this fucking shit. As soon as the man was done speaking, I would head to the first strip club I could find and remedy that situation.

The service seemed to drone on forever, at least longer than a forced wedding should, I decided, suddenly wanting to choke the pastor.

I swear to God, if he didn't shut this shit down soon, I might just take my gun out and shoot him where he fucking stood. Finally--finally, he asked for the I do's, and both of us managed to murmur our agreement.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride."

I'd rather kiss a fucking rattlesnake.

Reluctantly, I turned to face Bella. Staring into her emerald eyes, I noticed the streaks of auburn highlighting her dark hair. Her bottom lip was full, just plump enough to sink my teeth into. As the thought entered my mind, this wicked heat curled in the pit of my gut, spiraling throughout my body.

Studying the sharp angle of her jaw, I envisioned wrapping my fingers around her sleek neck as I pounded her from behind. Despite my brain's determination to resist her, my cock apparently hadn't received the memo; I noticed as it knocked at the zipper of my slacks.

My gaze slipped down to linger on her small, pert breasts--just enough for a mouthful. Fuck. Suddenly, a magnetic force seemed to ooze from me, and I leaned an inch closer.

She was my wife, and the minister just said I could kiss my bride. As adamant as I was to deny this strange pull to the woman at my side, I turned toward her. Wrapping my fingers in her suit jacket, I yanked her off balance until she fell heavily against my chest.

A small sound of protest slipped from her lips. I didn't give her a choice in the matter, my lips playing over hers, and when she gasped in surprise as my tongue slipped along the seam of her mouth, I took advantage of her momentary weakness. Thrusting my tongue deep, I grunted in pleasure as she responded to my exploration, tasting a twinge of brandy on her tongue. The liquid courage on her breath was addicting and compelled me to continue this inferior battle of our tongues.

Feeling drugged, I felt my brain fog with heady desire when she sucked my tongue deep in her mouth. My thumb found her pointed chin, urging her mouth open wider for my possession, and just as I pushed my tongue deep … the witch fucking bit me … hard.

Jerking back away from the viper, my nostrils flared as anger slammed through my chest. Cupping her jaw roughly in front of God and everyone, I dropped my face close to hers. "You ever do that again, and I will tan your ass."

"Do it, and I will shoot you between the eyes," Bella whispered furiously, yanking away from me.

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