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I spend a lot of time talking with Billy. He filled me on the critical stuff and says that some things aren't his stories to tell. He won't tell me where Emmett is or how to get in touch with him. I just want to say to him that I know it wasn't him that killed my parents, and thank him for doing his best to protect the little girl he saw hiding upstairs, but Billy's not giving an inch.

The days on the reservation are long and drawn out. No one is budging on allowing me to leave the reservation unsupervised, which pretty much means I don't get to leave the reservation because no one wants to go anywhere with me.

I do my best to avoid Jacob, which considering we live under the same roof has been relatively easy since he hasn't been around much. Except for to

day, Jacob is on babysitting duty.

Billy had to go take care of something out of town. No one will tell me why or where Jacob had taken off to either, but I'm assuming it has to do with the Jame. Since they both took a dozen pack members with them when they blew out of town.

I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here and I'd like to put an end to this war between Jacob and I. So, I decided to build a bridge.

"Jacob," I knock on his bedroom door. I thought about making a run for it while he was in the shower, but poor Seth is standing guard outside like his life depends on it, and I'd hate to get the prospect in trouble.

"It's open," Jacob hollers from behind the closed door. I open the door and quickly close it. Jacob was standing bare-chested in nothing more than a white towel. His once bare chest now covered in a large number of tribal tattoos. How long as it been since I've seen him naked. Has it really been that long since we've been together?

"Can you put some clothes on?" I bellowed from the other side of the door. I really want to try to make this work, and Jacob is already making it difficult.

He opens the door, still dressed in nothing but a towel. "Why Bella? It's nothing you haven't seen before." Jacob flexed every muscle in his chest.

He was wrong. There was a whole lot of him that I hadn't seen before. His chest danced, and I knew he had caught me staring. If Jacob was one thing, it was nice to look at. His dark skin complemented his tone body, which seemed to have grown five times bigger overnight. Looking at him now, he looked grown. More than half his body covered in tattoos, oddly his arms still bar, minus his pack tattoo.

A new, very fresh long scar runs from his hip up his torso. "What's this?" I'm shocked to see him scarred. I no longer see his nakedness, and my fingers go to the wound. He bows his head and watches my fingers dance on the outskirt of his cut.

"You smell good," he says his head nuzzling into my hair as he twirls a strand in-between his fingers. "Like strawberry's and sunshine," he tucks his head in closer to my neck.

"Jake stop," I beg him. This has always been my weakness. We never knew how to communicate this is how we dealt with everything. That's why I moved off the res. If not I don't think Jacob and I would ever leave the room because if we weren't doing this, we were at each other's throats.

"Why?" He asks, his breath tickling my ear. "it's nothing new, nothing we haven't done before." He was right, and usually, I would do it, I'd jump right in, kill time. Even though I know five minutes later, we would be at each other's throat. However, this time I can't do it. "Is it him?" Jacob nuzzles the other side of my neck, his lips don't touch me. He's waiting for me to give in.

It wasn't him was it, right? I mean, I know that Billy explained everything to me. He told me how he didn't kill my parents, how James did it. The second voice from that night has started to seep through in my dreams, and now I remember that Emmett wasn't alone. But, that doesn't mean I wanted something more with him, does it?

"It wasn't him," I say before Jacob's lips touch my neck. "He didn't do it."

"I know, Billy filled me in that day I found you sleeping in your car on the res." He moves away from me. He grabs a t-shirt from one of the draws and tugs it over his head.

"But you came to my house that night?" I'm on Jacob, poking him in his chest. "You told me he was coming for me."

"Look its no secret I don't like the guy." Jacob drops the towel right in front of me, and my eyes try to look anywhere but down. He pulls on his pants and slowly buttons them, tightening his abs more than needed. "I don't know anything about the guy. Just because Billy rambles some crap about him doesn't mean a thing to me." He sits down on the bed and tugs one boot on and then the other. "All I know is you're not safe around him."

"How do you know that?" I ask. How does he know I'm not safe around him.

"Because he told us," Jacob states, raising from the bed. He leans in a bit closer. Why, why would he say I'm not safe around him? Jacob walks out of his room and into mine. "It doesn't matter he's not allowed on the reservation so as long as you're here, you're safe. Where are your truck keys?" He's rummaging through the things on my nightstand.

"Why?" I ask him, my arms crossed over my chest. Jacob built the truck for me practically from the ground up, he wasn't getting her back now.

"Look, I promised you a few months back that I'd fix your dad's bike and teach you how to ride it." He looks down at the wooden keychain hanging off my truck keys that he'd carved from an old piece of drift old. "You're here, and we have nothing but time to kill. I thought we'd go get it and …., " Before he can finish I'm in his arms and hugging him tightly. This man. Is the one I remember, the one who was always looking for a way to make me smile.

"Unless you'd rather me take you back to the bedroom?" I look at him shocked, was I really that easy to sway. "Then I think you should get down." He says, and I slide down Jacob's body. I can feel just how hard ever each of him is. I turn the corner and head for the truck. Excited, to start working on my dad's bike again, and even more excited to possibly have my best friend back.

I don't have a radio in the truck, so the ride is pretty silent. "What did you mean, he's not allowed on the reservation?" I ask Jacob, trying to kill the silence. I'm sure Emmet's not the best subject right now, but what's he going to do, leave me on the side of the road?

"He's a Fanger," he says it like that should answer all my questions. "Fangers aren't allowed on tribal land." I don't understand. With all the time I spent on the reservation, I saw plenty of other crews on tribal land. It's not like it was a sacred place.

"Is that just a Fanger thing?" By the time I knew anything about bikers, their crews, and what they were really about The Fangers were already long ran out of town.

"Yes, It's just a Fanger thing and other crews like theirs." This looked like something Jacob either couldn't or didn't want to talk about, but that didn't stop the police officer in me.

"What do you me like theirs?" I turned towards him in the seat and put my feet on his legs, nudging him to give me more information. "is their club really so different from yours?"

"Yes," Jacob looks at me like he'd offended. "They do things that hurt people Bella."

I laughed out loud at him, "Jacob how many people have you hurt o killed?" I quickly put my hand up. "Wait, don't answer that. I'm an officer of the law, and I don't want to know." I pull my feet back away from him and tuck them under my arms.

"It's not the same thing," he says. "We don't do things the affect our town, out reservation. Everything we do is to make our people's lives better. We don't poison them to line our own pockets."

I think back to Victoria's file and how hard my dad was working to get the drugs out of Folks and how much fewer drug bust we've had over the years. Maybe he's right maybe that did have something to do with the Fangers.

When we arrive at my house, Jacob makes tells me to stay in the truck while he loads the bike. I want to run in the house and look for the police files that Emmett grab. So, I make an excuse that I need to hit the restroom before we drive back and that I needed to grab something anyway since we were here.

Jacob insists on going in and checking the house first and follows me to the restroom. "Jacob, really?" I look at him as he posts himself up next to the bathroom door. "It's going to take forever for you to finish loading all the parts into the truck. Let me pee, grab what I need, and I'll be right down to help." He just stands against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "Jake, I can't pee with you standing next to the door," I tell him and finally he gives up.

"if you aren't downstairs in five minutes, I won't fix the bike." He exclaims and walks down the stairs, slapping the top of the staircase.

I quickly dart out of the bathroom and into my room. I grab one of my old backpacks off the back of my door and go straight to the loose floorboard, I dump the shoe box into the bag and find anything I can to throw on top of them.

When Emmett stuffed my bag full of clothes he really didn't leave anything behind. So I stuffed an old bear that I hadn't touched in 5 years in there and ran back to the bathroom and grab all the feminine hygiene products I could find. If Jacob checked my bag, he'd stop as soon as he saw them.

I head back to my room and look around but don't see the case files anywhere. I hear Jacob counting downstairs. "1 minute left." He yells, and I run down the stairs. I open all the drawers and clothes but can't find them anywhere. Shit, he must have taken them with him. Jacob yells again, "Times up." I look down at the bag in my hand and hug it close to my chest. At least I was able to grab these.

The Car ride back to the reservation was all about bike safety and how I can't tell Billy he was teaching me how to ride. I asked him about Leah and his daughter Mary, I hadn't seen them since I'd been back on the reservation. He said he was doing his best not to have them in my face. I explained that it didn't matter, but he insisted that it did.