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Hey, hey!

Sorry for the long wait again. Anyway, I'm here now...that's the important thing. *smiles wide*

Thank you to Thaigher lillie for going over this chapter. All mistakes are still mine, however.

This is a short one, but I do hope you like it. The next chapters are going to be short, not that the previous ones were long, but they'll be shorter than they usually were. I tend to be distracted easily when I write, that's why.

Don't worry, shorter chapters = faster update. I promise!

Anywho, here yah all go.

CHAPTER TWENTY

BPOV

I looked at my watch, confirming it was nine o' clock in the evening. Vicky was cursing beside me, mumbling Edward would fucking kill me over and over again. Ignoring her grouchiness, I craned my neck to see whether the car she had mentioned was in sight.

I clutched the coat closer to me in an attempt to conceal the shiver that coursed through my body, and it had nothing to do with the cool night air. Victoria was chain-smoking beside me and I even took a couple of puffs from her cigarette to calm my nerves. We definitely were attracting some attention, the kind I didn't want. Men were ogling and sending malicious stares our way, but we needed to make sure our target was here.

Edward would fucking die if he knew what I was going to do. However, I was too pissed at him to really fucking care. I needed to do something, anything to get my mind off what happened. Rosalie was still unconscious in the hospital and Emmett was a raging lunatic awaiting news on Rose. I couldn't just sit and do the same.

The worst part about the accident was they were pregnant. They had lost the baby. The same baby they had wanted since they started their lives together. Rosalie had told me just a week ago and she was so fucking ecstatic, I could hear her excitement and enthusiasm over the phone. Thinking about it made my throat constrict. The anger resurfaced and I closed my eyes so I wouldn't cry.

Edward had forgotten to take care of my family. The one thing I had asked of him and the only thing he didn't do. I knew it was irrational of me to blame this all on him, but he was the easiest target for my anger. Besides, he fucking promised me!

The sound of a car snapped me from my reverie. There it was, the red Camaro. The car parked and a lean short man got out. "So this is Snake," I thought. He headed straight to the bar at the corner of the street.

We followed after making sure Snake was inside the bar for a full fifteen minutes. I plumped my red wig on, turning my head towards Vicky for a sign I looked my part. I shrugged off the coat and revealed the sheer and very short dress I was wearing. "Do I look okay?"

She raked her eyes all over me appraisingly and I almost kicked her ass for her blatant disrespect. I was still the Boss' wife, so she should at least keep her fucking lust away from me. However, this wasn't the right time to have an argument over petty things such as her ogling me. I held my tongue and just cocked an eyebrow at her, waiting for her assessment.

She smirked as she said, "You look fucking fantastic, doll." Good then. My disguise was working if she was looking at me like that. I threw my coat at her and adjusted my boobs so it looked as if they were bigger than they really were with the very small fabric covering it. I just hoped this would make Snake look, enough to serve as a distraction while Vicky made her move.

Stepping inside the bar, I could smell the smoke of cigarettes mixed with the distinguishable smell of weed. Vicky was beside me in a second and we made our way together towards the bar. It was weekend so the bar was full. As we pushed through the throng of people, I couldn't help notice the men leering. This shouldn't be hard, but Snake was one tough motherfucker to crack.

Dammit! Some men were moving towards us and it was only a matter of time before one would start hitting on either one of us. We didn't need that kind of distraction. We needed to get to that asshole Snake.

I suddenly felt nervous. I never did anything like this without Emmett, but this was a necessity, so I ignored the sickness inside my stomach. I smiled at nobody in particular while I chewed the gum I had just popped inside my mouth. We saw Snake at one corner of the bar. Luckily, the seats beside him were vacant and we settled ourselves on both sides of him.

"Hey there, slugger. Nice to see you here again," Vicky said sultrily. She did her best to engage him in conversation. While they were talking – well, she was talking and he listened, I ordered a beer and thought on how I came to be here.

Edward and Vicky were talking last night about a visit here. I happened to overhear them, and I was determined to invite myself to the party. I wanted to see Snake personally, wanting to know who was an accessory to my father's murder. Even though I didn't have proof he had something to do with it, I had a feeling he had some connection to Charlie's death. After Edward left the hotel, I confronted Vicky and insisted she bring me. She was adamant to do just the opposite and leave me behind, but I threatened to make a visit to Snake alone if she didn't agree. After all, I now knew the name of the bar Snake frequented. She had no choice but to let me tag along.

I chanced a glance towards Vicky and Snake and saw they were still chatting. She soon remembered to introduce me. She did and I was a friend who worked with her. That meant I was just another stripper to him.

I gave him a leery smile, like I was interested in him too, just like Vicky was. However, the way he appraised my body gave me the creeps. The funny thing about this short exchange was he seemed to be interested in me as well. This was a surprising development since Vicky had tried everything to seduce him. Maybe he was into redheads. If we knew this information before, Vicky would have changed her hair coloring from the blond she was sporting back to her original red color. The important thing right this moment was, Snake was showing interest towards me and we should be lucky that he was. The wig may not even be a factor. Who knew?

I checked Vicky and tried to communicate with her through my eyes. We needed to improvise. This was our chance. She shook her head, disagreeing with what I was supposed to do. To hell with her!

Snake was still fucking ogling me, and my false smile widened. I chewed the gum as his gaze lingered on my breasts and winked at him when I finally caught his eye. "Like what you see, honey?"

He had the gall to blush, and I wanted to smack him. Leaning closer, I tried not to inhale the sweaty smell that was his and whispered, "I'm available, you know."

Let him take that however he wanted. I gave him the opportunity to make an opening, and if he really was interested he would make a move. I was hoping he would.

He licked his lips, as if I was something mouthwatering. He gave me a smile and I knew I got him.

"You have the most mesmerizing blue eyes," he said and I grinned. Yeah, I used contacts. I was incognito.

"Yeah, I know. Every one says that about me, Hun." I leaned on the counter, making sure my breasts were jutting out like they were supposed to.

Victoria was eyeing our exchange; she looked apprehensive and curious at the same time. I knew however, that when Edward would learn what we were doing we were both dead. Vicky would definitely get the burnt of his wrath since she was supposed to keep me away from harm.

Thoughts of Edward were distracting me, and I needed my full concentration for this filthy disgusting man in front of me. I smiled again and moved closer to Snake.

I tried to focus on the task at hand, rather on what would be the outcome of this charade.

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He was nuzzling my neck, and when he made one long lick I fought the urge to shudder. Vicky caught my eye, sending a warning that I should be careful. I was wishing that Snake's actions toward me were progress; since he had never shown any interest at any female we had thrown his way before. If we failed again at this then Vicky and I were screwed. We were already both fucked; Edward would go ballistic when he knew I was here. I didn't plan on telling him that somebody's hands were on me, though, but I doubted it would be kept secret from him.

I pushed Snake away, needing some fucking space. He smelled awful but I had to stay in character and must show him I liked his attention. He was becoming too handsy so I swatted his hands flirtatiously. "That's enough, lover boy. You already attacked my neck, no need to go any further than that."

He looked irritated when I dodged his lips and escaped his arms. "Jessica!" he yelled after me. Yeah, that was the name I gave him. I turned and gave him a come and get me look.

"Money first," I said nasally, and opened my hand towards him, waiting for him to pay. I needed to play the part I was a whore who was also interested in the fucking money. He started to put some bills on my hand but I leaned forward and whispered the amount higher than what he was putting on my hand. I stepped back and his forehead furrowed, like he was debating whether I was worth that kind of money. He raked his gaze on my curves, and I moved, sliding my free hand to squeeze my boob. He better fucking decide I was worth it.

I was about to make a snarky comment when he pulled a few more bills and gave it to me.

"That's right, handsome. I'm so fucking worth your money," I said smugly. "You're going to get fucked like you never did before."

He started pulling me toward the exit, clearly excited and impatient to get on with our night.

"Wait there, sugar. I just need to go say some few words with my bitch over there. I need a little bit of prepping before, you know," I purred and smiled seductively, wagging my eyebrows, hoping he would let me go. He did, and I winked.

Victoria was playing it cool, and I was thoroughly grateful she was the fucking professional here. She gave a smile and a nod to Snake as I approached, making him believe she agreed on this union. She turned to me, and she was trying hard not to show her worry. Snake might still be observing us.

"Shit, Bella. This wasn't supposed to fucking happen," she said seriously. "I was the one tasked to lure him into bed."

"Oh, shut up! Just give me the coke and the serum," I muttered, trying not to sound nervous about what this night would entail us.

"Goddamit, Boss will fucking kill me," she hissed, but she pulled out the powder and handed it to me. The syringe with the truth serum was discreetly put in my hand, and I slid it inside my purse. We had to import this truth serum from Russia. It was known as SP-117 or something like that there.

"Look at me, Vicky. It's not the fucking time to fight," I reasoned and inserted the white powder inside my bra. "Just remember to follow us."

She nodded, and smiled sarcastically at me. I started to turn when I felt her hand on my wrist.

"Be careful out there, Bella. Or Boss will have my head."

"Yes. Just do your job, okay?" I snapped; the pressure was getting to me and I was becoming agitated. I walked back to Snake and he was looking at me with a frown.

"What took you so long?" he snapped and pulled me by the waist.

"Oh, I asked her for some coke. It'll help us relax, you know." I showed him the first grade packet of coke I had tucked inside my bra, so he had to believe I wasn't going to fuck him over.

His mouth widened into a grin, and I felt fucking smug about the thought of making him suffer later.

Let the fucking games begin.

It seemed that this particular club had some rooms upstairs available to cater to the patrons. It looked like Snake was bringing me there. I was thinking over about my non-existent plan and wondered how I would get away from this fuckery tonight.

As he ushered me to a staircase, I felt a sudden chill ran past me, and I turned.

I almost gasped out loud. If not for Snake's hand holding my waist, I would have. I bit my lip, so I wouldn't make any sound to alert him. He started to turn his head, but I distracted him by playing with his jaw.

"Oh, you ready to play, aren't you," he said gruffly, as he pulled me closer.

My heart was thundering against my chest in agitation, and I sneaked a peek again to where Edward was standing. He looked murderous. I could see the muscles of his jaw clenched, and I knew he was angry. Furious.

I held Edward's eyes for a few seconds, wishing I could read what he was thinking.

The last thing I saw before Snake pulled me up with him was Edward striding furiously toward us.

Shit, shit!

See, it wasn't so bad for a 2T+ word chapter. *grins*

So, whadya think about this short thing?

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