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Hello readers!

So I finished this chapter a little faster than I thought I would, also it's my longest chapter so far! I'm hoping to make that a theme and have the chapters start to get a bit more length as it goes on. You'll get to see a bit more of Bella and Edwards newly renovated personalities. They're interesting to say the least. But I'm not going to bore you by having you listen to me ramble on...if you're even still read this part lol. So ignore me and get to the fun part Enjoy !

EPOV-

"There's an extra bedroom through that door," I said gesturing to the bedroom next to mine. Carlisle had arranged for me to have a two bedroom suite here for just this reason.

Bella nodded in understanding but she didn't move farther into the suite than the living area. She stood behind the couch looking out the windows at the amazing view of the city. I found myself wondering what she was thinking as she stared hard at the sprawling city. I left her standing there and went to my own bedroom to call Carlisle and tell him that I would be on my way home first thing tomorrow morning. I dialed the number and waited impatiently as it rang.

"If I had known it would have taken you this long I would have just gone myself," Carlisle said as he answered the phone.

"If you didn't have shitty connections in phoenix I would have gotten it done faster," I replied imitating his bored voice, "Felix has been fucking useless, but I have it under control now. We'll be on our way back in the morning."

"So the guy down there was agreeable to working with us?" Carlisle asked his voice becoming more eager. We had both figured it wouldn't work out half as neatly as it had.

"Yeah, she doesn't seem to care as long as the price is right," I answered glancing outside the door to see that Bella was lounging on the leather couch with her feet propped up on the arm of the couch, she was still staring out the windows.

"Well, that's good..." Carlisle started to say something more but trailed off as my answer registered fully with him. "Wait... She?"

I almost laughed at the incredulous tone of his voice.

"I was surprised too," I responded, "She 's interesting to say the least. So far, she hasn't seemed to be bothered with me forcing her along. She's been happy as long as I've been able to pay for any services she does me. I think she'll work for us easily as long as we can pay her fairly. I think she has some kind of debt hanging over her or something, considering everything so far. Her name is Bella Swan, let me know if her background check comes up with anything unusual."

"I look forward to seeing the two of you soon," Carlisle said and I could tell he was done talking to me. His expectations of my success was abundantly clear to me from his tone as he said it.

"See ya," I answered unsure if Carlisle heard me before he had disconnected the call.

I moved back out to the living area to where Bella was, she had shifted so that she was mainly lying down on the couch with her head turned to the side so that she could see the windows. I glanced out and saw that the sun had almost set and that the skyline was lit up as lights were turned on for the coming night. It was a beautiful sight.

"We need to talk," I said moving to sit by her feet on the couch. She didn't move an inch, but her eyes swung instantly in my direction.

"Then talk," Bella said shrugging indifferently.

I almost laughed at her lack of fear or nervousness. Did she has no sense of self preservation?

"Tomorrow morning we're getting on a plane heading for Seattle. The man we're going to see there is going to offer you a permanent position with his organization." I told her watching her face for any indications of how she was going to react.

"So he's going to make me an offer that I can't refuse?" She said her stoney expression shifting to a sarcastic smile.

"Something like that," I snorted.

"Who is he?" Bella asked.

"Someone you don't want to fuck around with. Carlisle Cullen." I replied, she didn't look pleased at the information, but she let it go apparently deciding she didn't really give a shit.

We fell silent for a while. Bella turned her eyes back to the window, her expression thoughtful. I found myself watching her and wondering about everything I had seen about her thus far. She was quiet but not shy, she could be fierce yet she didn't fight me on going to Seattle or rearranging her life entirely. I watched her eyes flicker across the skyline slowly, she really was very pretty. After she had gotten a few decent meals and more flattering clothes she would be incredible. She had a heart shaped face with full lips and large luminescent eyes. She looked nothing like the woman I usually went for, but there was something about her that drew me to her.

I wanted my body against her lithe form and my lips against her's to see if they were as soft as they looked. My eyes wandered over her body, my imagination in high gear as I wondered what she looked like without her ratty jeans and worn out shirt. What were the tattoos that I could only barely see? She shifted slightly, moving so that she was propped up on her elbows her body leaning up towards mine almost suggestively. My eyes darted back to her face in an instant, and my eyes caught with hers. I wondered how long she had been watching me with a fire I recognized in her eyes. She sat up slowly her eyes never leaving mine, and I felt my mouth go dry. I didn't move for fear of what I might do. I wanted her so fucking bad at that moment, but I also knew Carlisle would kill me if I fuck this up.

She got to her knees on the couch and quickly moved to straddle me. I tensed at the feeling of her pressed against me, and I knew I needed to stop this, whatever this was, before it made things complicated. She leaned down and ran her lips along my jaw and nipped my ear lightly driving my insane. I dug my fingers into the couch beneath me to keep my hands to myself. She wasn't making it easy for me as she ran her hand down my chest and rested it firmly between my legs pressing down just enough to make me want to press back harder against her.

"Five hundred dollars and I'll give you a night you'll never forget," She whispered in my ear softly.

Before I could say a word she trailed her lips down sucking softly on my neck before moving her lips to mine. She continued stroking me gently through my jeans. She was good, I couldn't deny it. I never paid for sex, ever. I never had to with the way woman acted around me, but I wanted to do whatever I had to have this girl. She leaned back onto my legs her eyes staring into mine when I didn't kiss her back.

"So what's it gonna be," She asked her sultry voice sending chills down my spine.

It took every ounce of my willpower to push her off my lap. I have no idea where I found the strength to do it, but I eased her off me and back onto the couch. She looked confused as I stood and quickly stepped away to put some space between us.

"As fun as that sounds," I said hiding my desire behind a front of disinterest and sarcasm, "I'm afraid that I'm going to have to say no."

I didn't add that Carlisle would kick my fucking ass if he ever found out.

She shrugged and moved back so that she was laying on the couch staring out the windows again. Her eyes went blank and dead as though she were a body with no soul, like a porcelain doll. I felt a different kind of chill go through me at the look in her eyes. It suddenly occurred to me that the desire I had seen written across her face had just been an act. She had been stringing me along, for her it had been part of the job, and I was completely pulled in by it. She had obviously done this many times before, but even with that realization I still wanted her. After telling her to order any room service she might want I went to my bedroom. I knew if I stayed any longer I would have come to the conclusion that five hundred dollars and my Father's disapproval were completely worth it.

I laid on my bed that night trying not to think about the fact that Bella was most likely asleep in the other room. She was only a short walk away, all I had to do was get out of bed and walk a few feet and I could continue what we had started earlier. I was tossing and turning for most of the night, it wasn't until around four o'clock that I finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.

Barely two hours after I had fallen asleep the hotel's phone rang.

" Why the hell are ya callin' this room at six in the fuckin' morning," I grumbled into the phone, my words slurring slightly.

"My apologies Mr. Cullen for disturbing you, but we were told by a Carlisle Cullen to arrange a wake up call for this room. Also we were told to inform you that your flight for Seattle will leave at nine o'clock." I decided not to raise hell at the woman on the phone, she sounded like she was used to irritated grumpy assholes that need to be reminded to get out of bed in the morning.

I hung up without another word, frustrated that Carlisle couldn't have just told me he was going to schedule our flight so that we needed to be up at he ass crack of the morning. I swung my legs out of the bed and tried to wake myself up the rest of the way. After I had gotten the energy to get my ass actually out of the bed, I made my way to try to find coffee. The sight that greeted me as I left my room shocked me. Bella, still wearing the same clothes as the night before was asleep sprawled out on the couch. One of her legs was hanging off, her foot barely touching the ground, and her arms were thrown haphazardly over her head. It was almost kinda...cute...

God, I didn't just think that. I sounded like a fucking girl.

I carefully walked over to her trying not to scare the shit out of her by waking her up by stomping through the room. I reached down to nudge her gently, thinking it would be the least startling way to wake her up... I was, apparently, very wrong in that assumption.

I barely had time to dive away as she came up swinging a rather large and visibly sharp pocket knife. She was on her feet, her eyes glowing wildly in the still dim lighting of the room. She didn't seem completely awake, and it took a few seconds before recognition dawned across her face.

"Sorry," she said nonchalantly flipping the blade closed and storing it back in her jeans.

"Sorry?" I asked incredulously, "You tried to fucking gut me."

She raised an eyebrow at me her expression unrepentant. I knew it wasn't fair of me to try to call her out on that shit. She had obviously lived in some rough places. Her's seemed like a natural reaction to waking up in an unfamiliar place with some strange fuck trying to touch her. I would have tried to cut my nuts off too if I had been in her shoes.

"I don't like people touching me without my permission," She said darkly, adding to my already blooming sense of stupidity. Of course she didn't like fuckers touching her. For someone like her, letting your guard down was a good way to get yourself raped or worse.

"Yeah, I get it. My bad," I said casting my eye to the kitchen.

Moving away I continued on my search for coffee, hoping the weird moment would pass without further comment. Bella sat back down on the couch and seemed prepared to stay there all day. It didn't take long to fix my coffee, and I went ahead and ordered room service for both of us. I doubted Bella had ordered anything for herself the night before, so I made sure to order a large breakfast for her. She needed the food anyway. It did take long for the food to arrive, and we ate quickly. It didn't surprise me that she ate fast, hovering over her plate protectively. After we finished our food, I told Bella that our flight would be leaving at nine. She gave me a bored nod, and leaned back against the couch.

"Can I borrow your phone?" she asked unexpectedly.

"Sure," I said pulling it out and tossing it her way.

She took the phone and slipped away going into the spare bedroom for the first time. Eavesdropping was rude, sure, but I had to know who she was calling and what she had to say that she didn't want heard. It was silent for a minute as, I assume, she dialed the number and waited for the person she was calling to answer.

"Hey, I just wanted you to know I'm going to be out of town for a while...It's for a job, it could pay pretty decent. I just got a good pay off yesterday, if you send the dickhead down to the airport I can pass it off to him before I get on the plane... Do I give a rat's ass?... Yeah, yeah I know they've started calling again... Well it's your own damn fault... I don't give a fuck why you did it... Oh fuck you , I'm not putting up with that shit anymore your ass is lucky I'm helping you at all I could have told James I didn't fuckin' know you when he came looking for his money... Yeah, your damn straight I would do it... And tell that asshole of yours he better be at the entrance at eight I won't be able to wait."

I heard the phone snap shut, "Fucking Bitch," Bella muttered before I heard her start to come towards the door. I moved away, not wanting to be caught listening in on her conversation.

We said very little as we prepared to go. We left the hotel at about 7:30, and we were at the airport at 8:00. As we climbed out of the car I noticed Bella looking around for the person she was supposed to meet. Her face was set in a scowl, as she didn't seem to see the person she was looking for. I expected her to stop me and tell me she was hoping to see someone, but she kept walking towards the door scowling but not hesitating. We had just reached the doors when a voice shouted over the crowd.

"Bella," the man that was hurrying up to us was red in the face and out of breath.

She stopped, turned, and wordlessly handed the man the stack of bills I had given her the day before. He snatched the money from her hand, as though it might decide to jump up and fucking run away. My mouth was hanging open slightly, I knew she was going to given someone some of the money, but I didn't expect her to hand over the whole wad of bills like that. I had the strange urge to take the money back from this bastard and return it to her. Who were these people, and why should she be giving them a hundred thousand dollars like its nothing when she looked fucking half starved and was wearing clothes that were barely better than rags. She had the "I don't give a shit about anyone" vibe going on most of the time, but here she was handing over that much money. I was dying to know why. Nothing was said as we entered the airport and made our way our terminal.

Surprisingly we got through security without a problem, though some of the guards were eying Bella cautiously. It was funny to me that, Bella, with her tattoos, piercings, and scary expressions was more closely watched than I was and I had killed a man the day before. The irony was astounding to me. It was fucking forever before we were finally on the plane, and ready for take off. The flight attendant had been by us half a dozen times already, and I know she was thinking about introducing me to the mile high club. I don't think she realized I had been a card carrying member of that club for years, in fact I could have probably help her upgrade her membership in that particular club. While I didn't mind the extra attention, it was pissing Bella off. She had started glaring at the woman after the third time she stopped by us, and the last time she had threatened to cut the bitch if she didn't leave us the fuck alone. That shit was fucking hilarious to watch, the woman's mouth had fallen wide open making her look like a fish or some shit. It wasn't until we started rolling down the runway that I realized Bella's attitude wasn't just because of the annoying stewardess. As the plane started rolling her grip on the armrest tightened fiercely, I could see her knuckles turning white from the pressure.

"Are you afraid of flying?" I asked incredulously, amusement in my tone.

"Fuck you," She snarled back, avoiding answering the question.

"You are, aren't you. And here I thought you weren't scared of jack shit," I was laughing at the ridiculousness of it. She wasn't scared when she was being held at gun point, or when she was essential kidnapped by a guy that had no problem killing someone, but she was obviously fucking terrified of being on an airplane.

"Shut your fucking mouth, asshole," She snapped leveling an evil glare my way. It just made me laugh harder.

"You know air travel is statistically safer than traveling by car, right?" I asked shrugging. "Your more likely to die in a car crash, than you are in a plane crash. How many plane crashes do you hear about every day? Not many, but there is always some stupid motherfucker running a car into something."

"Well at least your not thousands of feet off the ground," She retorted uneasily, she seemed to be over her irritation with me.

"It's only a two hour flight at least, we'll be back on the ground before you know it." I smiled at her hoping to easy some of her fear. I'm not always an asshole after all.

The flight passed quickly, and while I doubt Bella was ever relaxed during any part of the flight, she handled it really well considering that she was clearly unsettled by the experience.

"Have you ever flown before?" I ask as we were waiting in line to go through security to get out of the airport in Seattle.

"It's been a really long time," She answered with a faraway expression.

Something about how she said it told me not to ask further. Usually I didn't give a flying fuck about the people that Carlisle wanted to hire, but this girl was interesting in quite a few ways. I was hoping the my father would decide to keep her close to home, until he was sure of her loyalties. She was someone I wanted to get to know better. I had a feeling she would be a fun person to be around if you could gain her trust and get her to loosen the fuck up. It took a while for us to get through security, the bastards loved fucking with me here in Seattle, and apparently they thought Bella looked like a fucking terrorist or some shit like that. We were asked a million questions, and they went through all of the shit I had with me. When they finally let us go it was a little past noon and I was pissed. It was going to be about a hour before we got to my house, and I know Carlisle was probably already irritated having been waiting for us. I hurried us along down to the parking garage, I found my car within moments I could always find one of my beauties no matter the crowd they were in. Bella whistled appreciatively when she realized which car we were heading for.

"Nice ride," She commented running her hand along the hood.

"Thanks, " I said grinning. I usually hated it when someone touched one of my cars, but Bella seemed appropriately reverent of the master piece she was standing before.

I drove as fast as I could, and spent most of the driving cursing the fucking stupid morons in the rush hour traffic. Why did all these fuckers have to go somewhere right now? Bella was silent for most of the drive, and it wasn't until we were almost there that I happened to look over at her. She had her knees pulled up to her chest, and her hands over her eyes. She was pale as a ghost, and I almost felt bad for scaring her again.

"You OK?" I asked not sure what had caused her reaction.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" She shouted at me when she saw me glancing her way, "You drive like a fucking maniac! I'll taking flying over this shit. What's your hurry?"

I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"I always drive like this," I answered chuckling still, "Don't worry I'm a good drive. I've never wrecked."

"I bet you've gotten a shit ton of speeding tickets though," She said putting her hands back over her eyes.

"None that I didn't get out of," I smirked.

We were pulling into the drive way as we spoke. I drove down the two mile long pathway, and pulled up in front of the house. Bella pulled her hands from her face as we came to a complete stop.

"This is it?" She asked looking at the three story Victorian style mansion.

"Yeah, this is home, sweet home," replied throwing my door open.

She looked around curiously at the forest surrounding the house and at the building itself. She followed me up the stairs into the house. I led the way to the second floor, trying to avoid running into any of the family. Bella would meet everyone eventually, but I knew Carlisle would want to meet her first and see if he thought she was suitable to have around. It would just complicate things if Esme decided to take her in under her wing, and Carlisle decided we had to kill her. I paused at the doorway, surprised at how I felt as I considered that option. I didn't think Carlisle would have a reason to need to get rid of her, but the thought disturbed me. She was too interesting to be killed. I wanted to figure her out, and if she were in an unmarked grave somewhere that would be difficult. Bella seemed uneasy with my hesitation at the door to my father's office. I knocked firmly and waited till I was told to enter to open the door.

Carlisle was writing at his desk, he didn't look up immediately as we entered. His expression was stoney, cold, and forbidding. I knew it was for Bella's benefit, he wanted her to respect and fear him so that he knew she wouldn't go against him. It worked on most people, one look at Bella told me she wasn't overly impressed. The only sounds in the room were the scratching of Carlisle's pen against the paper, and our quiet breathing. Finally, Carlisle set his pen to the side and looked up at us his eyes cutting through me before settling on Bella.

"So what do you want from me?" Bella ask cutting into the silence irreverently. It didn't surprise me much that she wasn't afraid of Carlisle, but I think it shocked the hell out of him.

"Are you sure I want anything from you?" Carlisle asked her in return raising one eyebrow slightly.

"Quit the posturing," Bella replied rolling her eyes, "If you wanted me dead, then this guy would have done it in Phoenix. It would have saved you the cost of a first class plane ticket."

"Fair enough," Carlisle concede his expression never wavering, "I want you to work for me. You would be working strictly for me, and not accepting any other clientele without my permission."

I almost expect Bella to tell him to go fuck himself, but as usual her reaction took me by surprise.

"What would I get out of this?" She asked.

After I got past my shock I realized it made sense in a way, for her it came down to the dollar signs. I wanted even more to know why. She had said it herself when we first met, Carlisle wasn't a man to fuck around with, I could feel my curiosity growing. Yet, there she was pushing him and not backing down in any way.

"You would be well provided for," Carlisle replied leaning back. He could see she was open to the idea of working for him. "You'll have money, power, security and any supplies for your work will of course be provided. Anything you could ever want would be yours."

Bella nodded absently,

"What if I don't want any of that?" Bella asked curiously.

I tensed as the words left her mouth. She had a fucking death wish! I glanced at my father keeping my face blank to hide my nervousness beneath the facade, oddly though he didn't look offended. He just looked intrigued.

"Then what's your price," He said leaning forwards slightly pinning her with an intensely scrutinizing looking. It looked like he was trying to see into her soul.

Bella looked uncertain for the first time. Her eyes were impossible to read as she seemed to come to some conclusion.

"There is a woman in Phoenix," She said pausing after she said the words, as though she wished she could take them back.

"Do you want her dead?" Carlisle asked cool, already reaching for his phone.

"No," Bella said reluctantly. Carlisle looked at her for a moment before motioning for her to continue.

"She's a drug addict, and a pathetic piece of shit. She's with an sick ass motherfucker that has fun torturing people." She said all of this in a clinical voice, "I want her out of there. I don't give a shit what she wants. I want her to get cleaned up and I want her kept far away from that asshole."

"That's doable." Carlisle said nodding slightly, " I can have her brought here so you two can be close."

Bella cut him off with a short bitter laugh, "Don't bother. I hate that fucking bitch, and she deserves to suffer, but I promised someone a long time ago that I would take care of her. I would happily never see the bitch again for the rest of my life. You see to it that she's taken care of and I'll work for you as long as you want me to. Other than that I just need a place to stay and materials to work with whenever you need me to make you something."

My father leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms thoughtfully.

"That sounds reasonable," He said after a moments thought. "Give me a name and I'll have my men pick her up today."

Bella took a deep breath and released it slowly before answering.

"Renee," She said her voice harsh and full of hatred, "Her name is Renee Dwyer."

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