A/N: So...here is the chapter I have been waiting for. It was crazy weird (and kind of fun) to write. I noticed reviews have dropped on the last couple chapters :( but I hope this chapter is something y'all have been hoping for and will like a lot.

Thanks to HopelessRomantic79 for all her awesome beta work.

Chapter 4

Jasper POV

It took some time to get Bella calmed down enough to sleep again. Her crying had gone from hysterical bursts to quiet sobbing and back again. I knew it would take some time to fully grieve the loss of our child. I don't think it really even hit me yet. This all felt like a dream. A horrific never ending nightmare really. But I couldn't think about that. No. It was 4:30 in the morning and I was currently standing on the side walk outside of James luxurious house. It had a tall fence surrounding the property and a key code box to let you into the driveway. It honestly didn't take much to jump the fence.

Or break in the front door. What kind of rich bastard didn't have an alarm system on their house? I guarantee his little Bentley out front did.

I snuck into the front room and stood in the hallway. Now that I was here, I didn't exactly know how I wanted to do this. What exactly was I doing here? Was he even alone? I wanted to yell at him yeah. Maybe take a few swings at him. But breaking and entering at dawn? I must be fucking nuts. I turned to leave, to sneak back out the way I came and pretend I never showed up, until I heard a noise down the hall.

I turned around and noticed for the first time, that there was a light on down at the very end. And if I listened carefully over the thunderous thumping of my own heart, I could hear the hum of a treadmill and the soft hammering of footsteps.

I quietly made my way down the hall until I stood in front of the door that stood slightly ajar. I glanced in and could see the bastard jogging shirtless on his treadmill facing a wall with a TV running the news. He had headphones in too, so that was probably why he didn't hear me initially. But it only took seconds of me standing at the door, with a slight reflection of me in the TV, for James to slow down and notice that something was amiss.

I pushed the door opened and leaned against the wall. He brought the treadmill to a slow walk and eventually turned it off. He pulled his ear phones out and set his iPod down in an empty cup holder. Slowly, casually, like he had no problem in the world, he grabbed a towel to wipe off his face and quick swig of water before he finally turned to see me.

"I was wondering when you would be here. Didn't like what I told the cop huh? Yeah, I guess it is kind of hard to hear how your slut of a wife has been sleeping her way up the corporate ladder." James smirked.

"Yeah, except you and I both know that what you told the cop is the biggest lie you have told in your life. Oh wait, you are a lawyer. I guess this wouldn't be the first murder charge you have faced, this time it's against you though."

"Murder?" His faced shifted and he honestly looked like he didn't know what I was talking about.

"Oh? The cop didn't tell you? When Bella told you no and you savagely pushed her and my unborn daughter down the stairs, you remember that? Yes?" He nodded his head. That's was a good enough conformation for me. "Yeah, well by doing that you killed my unborn daughter. That's murder in my book, I don't know about the law. I'm sure you know better than me on that regard."

My voice was strangely calm, devoid of all emotion. I stood there totally stoic waiting to see what he would say or do next. I didn't feel as though I was in my right mind. It was as if Jasper had left the building and in his place stood me. Whoever the hell me was. I had heard about that before. With people in wars and having to kill people themselves. Fight or flight. How they didn't feel like themselves as they did things necessary in order to survive. Maybe it was something like that for me. Maybe I was like those army men. Maybe this was Major Whitlock instead of Jasper standing here.

"So…." James started. He hesitated for a second. He was kind of shuffling back and forth in the room. Not really going anywhere, but maybe he was facing his own flight or fight moment. "So…What do you want with me?"

"Your head on a silver platter for starters."

"No really…" It almost sounded like he was suppressing a chuckle. "What do you want from me? You know who I am, the power and influence I have. If you get Bella to say that is was all an accident, maybe we can negotiate a deal. Name your price. I could get you guys set up in a damn fine house. A car you've always wanted..." As he continued listing off things he could buy me I started to see red. "…call it a severance package. Bella of course will be let go from Harper, Saks and Associates. But that doesn't mean she won't be taken care of. I have a soft spot for her."

I flew at him. I didn't even register movement. Before I knew it I had him pinned by his throat against the wall. "Are you seriously trying to buy your way out of killing MY DAUGHTER?" I roared into his face. "You disgusting fucking human being. What makes you think I would ever even go for something like this, huh? Is this how you get out of all you misdeeds, by throwing money at it? Everyone has a price yes? Well I don't."

I squeezed his throat tighter under my hand. His arms were flailing about trying to pull me away but there was no way. I worked in construction my whole life; he worked as a paper pusher. No matter how much he worked out in this pathetically small home gym, I would always be twice the man he was. And it showed. His face was starting to turn a sickening purple color from the lack of oxygen.

"And you have a soft spot for my wife, do you?" I didn't give him a chance to answer, not like he could anyway with my hand around his neck. I brought my knee up and slammed it as hard as I could right into his nuts. I dropped him to the ground.

He spluttered and coughed a few times before he choked out, "Isn't it like…man code….not to knee another man…in his balls?"

I laughed. Actually laughed, but it sounded cruel and heartless. Nothing like me at all. "You have to be man first in order for that to apply. A real man doesn't force any woman to do anything that she doesn't agree with. A real man doesn't lay a hand on another mans wife. A real man doesn't hurt anyone. A real man doesn't take advantage of the weak. And a real man doesn't kill children!" With each declaration I gave him a swift hard kick to his side just to punctuate my point.

He lay still after I kicked him several times. He was curled up on his side, breathing heavily. I was feeling rather good. I got my aggressions out, all that pent up anger about what he did and the loss of my daughter. I stepped back a few feet and sat down on the weight bench behind me. I dropped my head into my hands as I felt the emotions starting to sweep over me, the tears as they started to pour. The reality of it all. My daughter was gone, all because of the asshole lying on the ground in front of me. Did he deserve his punishment? Yes. But he didn't deserve it in this form, no matter how stress relieving it was. I should have given him a legal ass-whopping instead. What was I doing here?

I hear a noise and I looked up to find James standing over me with a murderous look on his face. He slammed his fist into my face, easily breaking my nose. I fell back on the weight bench clutching my nose. There was blood spilling everywhere.

"You mother fucker." He shouted at me as I felt him straddle me. "You think I was going to let you win that easily?" I blinked and finally was able to see clearly enough, just in time to see the empty weight bar from the weight bench coming down on me. He held it tight against my neck, with his body weight as leverage. I had no time to think. No time to considering anything really. I knew that my time would be short; I would die right here, right now, if I didn't do something. "You self-righteous fucker. Come into my house spouting off about what a real man is. A real man finishes his job, so if you came to kill me, you failed. And after I am done with you…I'll go find your little wifey…"

I let one of my hands drop to the side of the bench, trying to not let him see me desperately searching for anything to distract him with. I could feel the hard metal of the weights sitting right next to the bench. I fumbled trying to grab one as James continued his tirade. I couldn't hear him, couldn't understand anything he was saying as my vision began to blur as the darkness started to take over.

I gave one last ditch effort and hoped that what I was grabbing ahold of was enough. I lifted my hand to the side, curiously heavy and slammed whatever was in my hand against the side of his head. The weight on my body disappeared. I dropped whatever was in my hand and pushed the forty pound bar off my body. I sat up coughing and sucking in deep breaths. It took several minutes for my body to regulate and my vision to clear. By the time I was able to see what was going on around me, I wanted to shut my eyes and pretend it was all a dream, another nightmare.

Lying on his back next to me, James' dead eyes stared up at the ceiling. His head was sickeningly crushed in on the side where my hand and a ten pound dumbbell had connected. Blood was rapidly staining the carpet and it was terrifyingly quiet in the house.

I killed a guy

I killed James.

I. Murdered. James.

I turned to the left side of the weight bench and proceeded to throw up everything that was in my stomach. I heaved until nothing was left and then slumped down on the weight bench as tears over took me. What did I do? What the hell was I supposed to do?

A few minutes later I decided I couldn't be here anymore. I couldn't be in this room. I couldn't look his body, or his dead unseeing eyes. I stepped out of the room and down the hall. In his kitchen I found his phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.

"9-1-1, please state your emergency."

"I….I-I didn't mean to. It got out of hand….he was going to kill me….I did the only thing I could to get him off of me…"

"Sir, what is your name."

"I just wanted to yell at him. Maybe punch him a few times. He killed my baby girl! I couldn't just let him buy his way out of this mess with no consequences, no repercussions. I was so mad."

"Sir, please, what is your name? I would like to send a police officer out to you."

"But then he attacked me and it was fight or flight. So I fought. And I won. Ma'am. Send the cops. Send the detectives. Send the coroner….because I just accidently killed James Hargrove." I dropped the phone on the counter, not even bothering to turn it off. I stepped out the front door and started towards the hospital, towards Bella. Towards the end.

A/N: Phew, crazy right? What will happen next? Teaser for those who review and would like it (ok, I admit, I might be haggling for some reviews, so sue me ;) The make me a happy writer, haha)