Good morning! We're getting into the meat of this story now, since our Redactward is going after his Murderella ;)

Any mistake are on me, I don't own any of these characters, and I have the best prereading team in the worldddd. My readers are pretty great too *


The neon sign shines and flickers before me, tinging my skin in red and yellow that melds into orange. It makes me look much more excited than I am to be here.

That's right; I'm at the very bar Bella works at.

Again.

No, she can't be Bella to me. Bella is for her friends, and she's made it clear that I'm not her friend. Even if she didn't, I have to remember she's just a job. A case. An undercover investigation I must complete to save lives. So she must remain Isabella.

The bouncer at the door tonight is a big motherfucker. He has at least six inches on me, and that's if he's allowing himself his entire height. His dirty blonde hair is tied into a messy man bun, and he has tattoos on every inch of his skin that I can see. Dude looks like a roided up Jax Teller, and he would probably make me piss my pants if I weren't already comfortable with the fear currently running through my veins.

Even his eyes are freaky as fuck; an icy, unnatural blue that cuts right through me.

I find myself turning sideways to maximize the space between us when he nods me in, since I look every last bit of my thirty-five years.

I don't give myself a chance to admire her from across the room because I need this shit done— like yesterday.

I'm not a fan of this fucking unstable feeling. I'm officially all the way over it.

It doesn't stop me from being a little entranced with the way her long, chocolate hair swings when she turns. Or how her tits, small but pushed up to spill over the top of her tank top, shake when she's mixing a drink. Her lips look a little fuller tonight, painted red and paired with dark, smokey eyes that bring out how well the color matches the whiskey in the bottles behind her.

"Vick, I'm gonna run to the back and grab more Corona," she yells through the busy atmosphere.

There are more people in here tonight than there was a couple of weeks ago, which makes it easier to blend in. I quickly move so we'll cross paths, the tips of my fingers barely brushing her arm as she makes her way past me.

"Isabella, can we talk?" My body has to lean into hers so she can hear me over the music, and I can feel my heart pick up its pace in my chest.

Her body, on the other hand, immediately shoots into a defensive position; her arm coming up to block an attack and her other fist balling to take out the next unlucky fucker.

Good girl. You should know how to protect yourself, as tiny and cute as you are, I praise in my head.

Those same whiskey eyes connect with mine, and her defense turns into pure, unadulterated annoyance as she realizes who's standing in front of her.

"Un-fucking-believable, Edward. No, we cannot," she seethes, shaking her head at me. "As a matter of fact, if you don't leave, I'll have the big fucker at the door take care of you, and I guarantee you don't want that."

"Please, just a minute of your time."

I'm pretty positive I'm going to get my ass kicked so hard I'll have to eat through a straw, so…might as well go out in a blaze of glory, yeah?

"Suck my dick, Edward."


I think I'd be more than okay if Edward showed up at my place of work. Yes please!