I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon. It's heavenly, but the way it makes my stomach roll isn't.
It feels like a hammer is being driven into the back of my skull repeatedly, and even though the sun is blocked by my eyelids, it's way too bright.
I partially open my eyes as I shift my body to remove the pillow from under my head to cover my eyes. Suddenly, the contents of my stomach are making a reappearance, and I need to find a place to put them, stat.
Luckily for whoever's couch I'm on (I can't open my eyes wide enough to figure it out), they had the forethought to give me an empty trash can to hurl into.
Groaning, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I feel like warmed-up shit.
"Good morning, sunshine!" The feminine voice pierces my skull, making me grab my head as if that will stop it from ringing. "Coffee and bacon, caffeine and grease so we can get the show on the road and start planning."
One eye creaks open to see Angela wafting a coffee cup under my nose. Thank God. I didn't think I was in the state to go home with a woman last night, and I don't think even drunk I would ever want anyone besides Bella. But it's still nice to have reassurance.
I didn't blackout last night, thankfully, but it does take me a minute for all the memories to come rushing back. Bella smiling at Tanya like they're BFFs, chugging whiskey like it's water. Stumbling to Angela's because I didn't know what to do and almost getting shot in the process.
And finally...Ang catching me up on Bella's new plans and my declaration that I love her too much for it to matter.
Fuck.
Weber gives me a few minutes to drink and eat and soak up the yuck before she dives into all the evidence she has that Bella is going after Jacob.
It's not a lot, but it's enough for an arrest and a warrant. Her thought is to get her for conspiracy to commit murder and potentially solicitation until we can prove whether or not she actually killed people. It carries less jail time, but we'll give the FBI time to get their ducks in a row should she actually be capable of taking a life.
"I'm going in with you," I mumble, sick to my stomach at the thought of my Bella rotting in a jail cell.
"What?" Ang gasps.
"To arrest Bella. I'm going with you. I owe her to look in her eyes when I betray her. Jesus, this is so fucked." Groaning, I drop my head into my hands.
"You can't. It's a conflict of interest; you'll lose your job."
"You think I give a fuck? What on earth does it matter, Ang? She's fucking it for me, so if I know she's gonna be arrested, I have to fucking be there to make sure I protect her as much as I can."
"I don't think it's a good idea…" She hedges.
"I don't really give a fuck. Talk to the chief, but don't mention I'm going. As far as you're concerned, when it's time, I just showed up unannounced." I pause, taking in the hesitant look on Angela's face. "Look, I know I've been asking you for a lot lately. And I'm so sorry about that. But I just need this one last thing."
I allow her to take a moment to think, and then I deflate in relief when she nods and tells me okay.
There's no way this is going to end well.
