Chapter 2.
We stepped out of the car and into the lot of the club. I could hear the bass of the music floating through the walls of the club/bar. If It was this loud out here, it would be deafening when we got inside. As our doors slammed, I looked at Jazz across the car, a grin on my face. I haven't been to a club in forever, so, naturally, I came here. I just didn't tell Jazz where we were going. Sneaky? Maybe. Jazz flashed his smile at me and I laughed a little and started walking towards the club. I didn't even bother to bring out my ID. The bouncer knew who I was. I waved a 'hi' and he let us right on in.
We walked in, Jazz and I looked at each other, and I nodded slightly. He went to the bar to get us drinks, and I got us a table. As I neared an empty table, I stripped off my leather jacket. It was black and, well, leathery. It made me sweat a lot. I was in my red tank top that showed a bit of midriff and my black jeans. I took my hair out of its pony tail, once I was seated, and shook my hair out around me. I loved my hair. It was dark brown, wavy, and went to almost my elbows. I crossed my feet, feeling my red stilletos brush the table, I changed the shoes before we got out of the car, and leaned back.
I saw Jazz coming my way with the drinks, though it was clear he still hadn't spotted me. I stood up, slightly leaning over the table and began waving my hands. I felt a small light tap on my ass, jumped a little and turned to see some guys, probably 40 or something, smiling like a bunch of chesire cats. I shot them a glare and said, "Hands off the merchandise." I didn't like it, and I didn't get it, but I was used to it. Guys were slapping my ass whenever they could, that is, if they didn't know what I could do to them. I turned forward, saw Jazz looking around for me, cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted "Yo, Jazz!"
His head snapped toward me and he smiled slightly. I looked at his hands, and almost moaned, he got my favorite. Vodka on the rocks. I needed that right now. When he was within range, I grabbed his arm and physically yanked him into the booth. As he teetered on his feet, trying not to spill the drinks he said, "Whoa, Bella, didn't know you were such a partier," with a smirk. I swear that smirk is his trademark. Anytime you see him, theres a 80/20 chance you'll see it on his face. I gave him a look and said simply, "Shut it" and took my drink. I couldn't down it due to the fact that it was vodka, but I still took enough to burn my throat.
" This is gonna kill me." I stated. I cannot deal with this everyday. I slumped back, my arm on the table with my drink in hand. My back was against the back of the booth, and I laid my head back. I heaved a heavy sigh and put both hands on top of my head. I excepted Jazz to say something, so when I didn't hear anything for a few minutes I creaked one eye open. Jazz looked extremely uncomfortable. I immediately snapped into an upright position.
"Jazz…" I said in a cautious tone. He sighed and looked down, then at me from under his lashes. "Bella, I need to talk to you." His voice was so flat, it was almost emotionless. Jazz sometimes shuts himself down, when he's worried about someone he cares about.
"Jazz, tell me." I demanded. My voice was hard, I was preparing myself for what he would say, it obviously couldn't be good. He sighed again, looked at me and took my hand in his. " Bella, I know your exhausted and beat from the mission you just did,…" He trailed off.
"But…?" I prompted.
"But I really need you to do this one. It's really important to the company. We're investigating a certain Carlisle Cullen and his wife and kid; Esme and Edward, we don't exactly -" I cut him off.
"Jazz, when do I have to get going for this." I didn't ask, I didn't demand. I just put it out there. He avoided my eyes and I saw his mouth quirk downward in a small grimace. He didn't want to tell me. Clearly. "As I was saying," he continued, " We're not exactly sure whats up with them. I, personally, was barely told anything. All I was told was that I needed you, on this mission."
"Jazz, get to the point. When am I going to have to do this thing?"
Jasper heaved the heaviest sigh yet. He slumped back and began to rub his temples. "…Tomorrow…" he said. "And you wont be alone."
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"Ok, back up, who the hell are Emmett and Rosalie again?"
We had left the club the minute he said I wouldn't be alone. I wanted answers, and he was going to give them to me, one way or another. I had been pacing since we got home. I didn't even bother to drive the car, I was on edge, twitcy, I'm not used to doing missions with people I've never met before. If he made one wrong move, or said one wrong thing, he was going down. I know I'd get into a shitload of trouble for that, after all, he still is my boss, but the thing is, I'm not real good at impulse control.
"Bella," he said, "Sit." I stopped and stared at him for a minute. My body was exhausted but my mind was wide awake. I sat down, crossed my arms and began to bounce my leg. "Jasper, I'm not playing, tell me now." I stared at him, hard and long. I let him know I wasn't playing at all. That I was dead serious.
He's been rubbing his temples since we got home, because that was then I started: And I haven't stopped. " I mean, I know nothing about them. I didn't even know they were part of this, and I'm the freaking vice president!" I seethed. " I don't know how old they are, what they're like, I don't even know they're last names! For all I know, they could be double agents! Tracking me, observing me, trying to bring me down for some godforsaken reason!" Ok, I admit it, that was a slight overreaction. But don't judge me. I was trained to be cautious; to analyze every single detail, over and over again.
"Bella." said Jazz. He leaned forward and put his chin in his hands. I hadn't noticed it, but I had, at sometime, gotten up and began pacing again. "I will tell you all you need to know about them, if you would just calm down." I shot him a glare but I couldn't stop my foot from tapping, I was that freaked out. I moved to stand behind the chair, but I refused to sit. Jasper wanted me calm, well this is al calm as I was going to get. "Ok," I stated, "I'm calm."
Jasper just smirked. He knew I wasn't, calm, per se, but he knew this was as calm I was gonna get.
"Ok, Emmett is from the firm in Australia, and Rosalie is his,…girlfriend, I guess. But she's from the same firm. They may not seem like it, but just like you, they're lethal. With all three of you, it should be no problem. You three will go to Forks, Washington, and pose as brother and sisters. You're parents names will be Trey and Lilly Swan, yes they will be taking on your last name, and they're ok with it."
" So, what, am I gonna meet them when we're on the plane, off the plane, when?" I asked. He looked uncomfortable again. "Actually, Bella, they're, sort of, right behind you." My face slipped into shock and I spun on my heel. Coming face to face with Rose and Emmett.
Dayumm.
They looked like models. Rosalie was pale white with a figure to kill. She had blonde hair that shimmered whenever it hit the light. Emmett was…a muscle builder. To put it lightly. His muscles had muscles. His hair was at his forehead and dark and curly, he wasn't smiling, but you could tell he had dimples, and a mischievous smile. Rose was smirking at me. And I understood why. It was almost impossible to surprise me, yet they, two people I had never met, had managed to be behind me without my noticing it at all. Oh, Jasper is soo going to get it, I thought. It's like he practiced to get on my bad side today, he did it so perfectly. He's like my brother, so of course, he irritates me like a brother.
When my initial shock had gone away, I stared at Rosalie, much in the same way she was staring at me. Calculating. Appraising. judging. We were assuming, by appearance, how much each other can handle. I don't know how to describe myself in any other way except small, but deadly. You don't want to mess with me. And I have a feeling Rose, is even worse than me. it's always the small ones you have to look out for. We're smaller, more agile, lighter on our feet, very hard to catch, and boy, lemme tell you, its awesome.
"Rosalie, Emmett, this is Bella," began Jasper, I shot him a look, crossed my arms and began assessing Emmett. I could tell with Emmett that he can be terrifying and do his job right, but from the big goofy grin on his face, I began to wonder if he was just a 14 year old boy stuck in a mans body. "Bella." said Rose, with a nod of her head. "Rose." was all I said. They were on my turf, and they needed to know it.
Emmett didn't bother saying anything. His head was swiveling back and forth between Rose and me, trying to figure out what was up. Why is it that guys never understand a girl and her territory? I mean, they're the same way. Animals always protect their territory, and essentially, humans are animals, I mean, we are mammals after all.
Jazz, clearly, could sense the tension between Rose and I, and quickly tried to fix it, or at least get us to understand each other. Good luck, Jasper.
"Rosalie, Bella, I know you're both territorial, as strange as that may sound and seem, but you both need to quit it, and work together. All three of ya'll are going to Dr. Cullens territory now. Forks, Washington. Either get along, or deal with each other, but act like siblings." Rose and I both snorted at that, we looked at each other, then we both looked at Jasper again.
"Ladies, end of discussion. Go pack your bags, Bella. Remember, you leave tomorrow." And with that lovely note, Jasper spun on his heel and walked out of the room. I glared after him, he said act like siblings, but he never clarified who. "Fucking bastards going to get it bad." I muttered under my breath. I heard a loud, booming laugh, and my head snapped up and saw Emmett laughing. I also heard a delicate chuckle with an edge to it, and saw Rosalie smirking at me.
"Well, Bella, if that's you attitude, then I think we'll get along just fine." I just cocked one eyebrow up. Her smirk turned into a grin, and Emmett added "Hells yes, Bella! My Rosie can handle herself, and from watching you and Jasper, I got the feeling you can too." His grin was wicked, and was full of mischief. I found myself smiling ruefully at the both of them. I sure do hope we get along.
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