That Night
"What do you mean she's back," Bella asked.
"When you came home, she returned," Sam explained.
Bella's breathing became labored as she slowly began to panic. She knew she shouldn't have come back but she needed her children to be safe.
"I can't stay here," she whispered.
"What do you mean you can't stay here," Sam asked.
"I have to go," she replied rushing around gathering her clothes.
"Bella stop," Sam said as he grabbed her shoulders.
She took a deep breath trying to clear her thoughts. "You don't understand Sam. She's dangerous! She will stop at nothing and she will hurt anyone who stands in her way again," she said dressing quickly.
"What do you mean again," Sam asked grabbing her shoulders gently to get her attention.
Bella froze realizing too late that she let slip something she didn't want to admit aloud to anyone. She took a deep breath before looking up at him through her lashes.
"She killed him," she whispered collapsing on the bed. Tears began pooling in her eyes as she thought back to the night Victoria threatened her.
"I had no idea. I'm sorry," Sam whispered.
"I should have just listened to her," she cried.
"Hey! It's not your fault Bella. None of it is," he said with conviction cupping her face in his palms.
"He wasn't even supposed to be there. The night she killed him," she let out with a sob.
Sam didn't know what to say to make it better. He reached in the first drawer he touched and pulled on a pair of khaki shorts. He took a seat next to her and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and cried harder.
She honestly didn't do the whole crying jag thing. And if she was honest with herself she only spent a single night crying for her late husband. Then she kicked herself for it and forced herself to move on. Now she was a crying mess in the lap of someone she used to loath for ridiculous reasons and had just had incredible shower sex with. What exactly did that say about her?
"We had an argument that morning and then he took me out to lunch to make up for it. He was supposed to work late but he got off early and took the girls to his parents and went home. He was going to surprise me with a candle light dinner. But when I got there," she let out another sob and continued. "He was slaughtered in our shower. He had the roast in the oven and the table set. He was just going to shower before pulling out the roast."
Her voice was shaking and so lifeless. "I'm so sorry Bella," Sam whispered hugging her tightly.
"When I got home the kitchen was full of smoke. I took care of that before I wondered through the house. He wasn't someone who would burn a roast to the point of almost catching fire. That's when I found him," she took a deep breath before reliving the horror of what she'd found. "She tortured him. Cut off his toes and fingers. She even cut out his knee caps and sliced up his legs, and then over the rest of him. The cherry on top was the decapitation," she shuddered and then she realized that Sam was shaking.
"I'm sorry you had to find him like that," Sam said through clenched teeth.
"You know what was the worst? I called Alice Cullen and she and Jasper and Emmett and Rose did me a favor and made it look like a terrible car accident so I wouldn't have to go through interviews," she whispered.
She never heard from them again after that and a small part of her was glad for it. She didn't want to call them but she didn't know who else to call. She knew she should have called 9-1-1. But this just screamed Victoria. Of course Jasper confirmed her scent and they had promised to take care of it themselves. Only it was obvious they didn't. So after two years of nothing back she made a run for it and ended up back home with a new will and testament naming Charlie and Sue as her beneficiaries.
"And now she's followed you here," Sam asked rhetorically.
This was his imprint, someone he hoped to care a great deal for someday if she'd let him. She was in danger and if he didn't know any better she'd have sacrificed herself just to save everyone she loved.
"I didn't want her to get to the girls," Bella replied.
"What exactly were planning to do Bella," Sam asked. She didn't know about the pack when she arrived and it made him wonder what she was going to do.
"Honestly, I was hoping that the girls wouldn't be with me when she finally gets me," she whispered.
Sam let out a feral growl at the thought of his imprint being in the slightest bit of danger. She was going to sacrifice herself to the damn leech! He hugged her to him tightly. She was such a stupid beautiful woman. So selfless she would let the leech kill her to protect those she loved. He inhaled her intoxicating scent, it was much stronger when her hair was wet. He let out a sigh.
"Bella, I won't let anything happen to you. The pack will make sure of it," he declared.
"Is it because I'm your imprint," she asked.
"No, it's part of it but it's what we were born to do," he replied nuzzling her neck.
Bella sat deep in thought for a moment before getting up. She stood before Sam and then she let towel drop. He sat trying to restrain himself.
"Bella," he said through clenched teeth.
She smirked before turning back towards the bathroom and walking away. Anything to distract herself from the impending catastrophe. She barely had the door almost closed before Sam stopped it with his large hand. He stepped through and stood before her. One thing Sam wasn't, was shy about what he wanted. He gripped her tightly spinning her to face the sink. He bent her forward and looked at her reflection in the large mirror, pressing himself against her bare ass.
"You are mine Isabella," he whispered against her ear. "I will not let anything happen to you as long as I'm breathing."
She looked up at him, his eyes were hooded as he looked at her in the reflection of the mirror. His expression hard and his mouth pulled back to reveal his teeth. He's the alpha for fucks sake.
"It's taking a great deal of restraint to keep from marking you Isabella," Sam said through clenched teeth.
"Marking me," Bella asked confused.
"Claiming you as mine," he replied, pressing himself in tightly against her back.
Bella let out a moan when she felt his hard member pressed against her back side. God, what was she doing? She wondered.
"No," she whispered.
Sam froze, looking up at her. "What do you mean 'no'," he asked shocked.
"I mean you aren't marking me," she replied curtly.
He thought about it for a moment and shrugged.
"Fine," he snapped.
"But," she continued.
"What," Sam asked with clenched teeth.
"I never said you couldn't fuck me," she said smiling her wicked smile.
"You sure you know what you're getting yourself into," he asked.
"Well if it's anything like the incredible shower we just had, I'd definitely have to say that I'm okay with this," she smirked.
Sam began to grind against her, he pulled her hair away from her neck and began to kiss her softly. Her skin so soft, it was like satin. She griped the edge of the sink and pushed back against him. He let out a low growl and leaned in closer to her ear.
"You have no clue," he whispered.
He made quick work with his shorts before sinking into her once more. She let out a loud moan as he began to set a steady pace. His grip on her hips, bruising. Finally she couldn't hold it anymore and let go as she screamed out. Sam clenched his teeth together as he released deep within her. Bella gasped for air coming down from her climax.
"That," she began.
"I told you," he replied breathlessly.
After dressing Bella cooked a quick lunch for the pair of them.
"So what exactly is your plan on taking her out," Bella asked.
"First things first... I'll need to call a pack meeting tonight, " he replied shoving the last bite of chicken in his mouth.
"Then what?"
"Paul's our strategist. We make a plan of attack after that," he replied placing his dishes in the sink.
Bella thought about it for a moment before taking a seat. Her mind couldn't process everything fast enough.
"So your pack can kill her," she asked, not really paying attention.
"Bella, you won't have to worry about this bloodsucker for much longer. We will destroy her," he assured her.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Sam leaned over and pulled her into a tight hug. She giggled when she felt his hard member pressed against her.
"You're incorrigible," she smiled up at him.
"Insatiable," he winked.
I know it's short. But hopefully I can make the next chapter a bit longer to make up for it. Thank you lovelies for reading this far! Also I changed the scene of her husband's death. I know she wasn't supposed to know right away that it was Victoria but I couldn't resist. It's a bit darker than planned but it sorta wrote itself.