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Rated M for a reason. Lemon talk.

Chpt 6 Know Your Enemy Know Your Friends

PPOV

Well fuck me, lil sis sure made an indelible impression on her former family. I hadn't exactly expected everyone to end up huggin' but it was all I could do not to laugh out loud when she threatened to shove Blondie's head in the fire. Poor Char, she'd a paid good money to see that little episode.

I can understand why she got mad. Fuckers didn't give a shit that Jasper was dead, only interested in princess head invader an' the darth midget. An' I still don't believe those two didn't have summat to do with Rutilio decidin' to act when he did.

Fuckin' Rutilio. Number one on my shit list.

There's a competition for number two. The Cullens, who frankly are quite capable of stirrin' up more trouble blunderin' around lookin' for the dynamic duo, an' of all people fuckin' Jenks. I ain't at all comfortable about how close Carlisle is to The Volturi. And Jenks? He's been workin' for us and the Cullens for decades an' I would never have suspected a thing if it wasn't for lil' sis's comment the other night about him bein' the only one to know where we were. Now, to add to that, the fucker's been strangely silent on the disappearance of a large chunk of cash from our accounts. We know where it is, Char took it, but Jenks don't know that. I can understand a bit of reluctance to tell a vampire that some of his moolah's gone MIA but I woulda thought after years dealin' with J he'd be more afraid of keepin' his mouth shut.

I steal a glance over at lil sis. She's starin' out the window lost in her own thoughts.

"What ya thinkin'?"

"Lots of things." She sighs, turning her attention to me. "Whether or not J an' Char have got him a wig yet an' if I'll still fancy him in it. How to find Rutilio in New York an' then what to do about him when we do. What did happen to Alice an' Edward. How mad I am at Carlisle. Why Jenks would have told anyone where we were an' who he would have told. An' I can't concentrate on any of it because my most overridin' thoughts are always about rippin' Rutilio into teeny weenie little pieces an' burnin' 'em individually, with tweezers, over a small flame."

"I thought your most overridin' thoughts were about gettin' in J's pants." I laugh.

"Yeah, that too." She giggles.

I roll my eyes. "Seriously, I'm a vampire, I get it, I really do. But shouldn't ya'll be slowin' down some by now? It's like livin' with the fuckin' energiser bunny on heat."

"Oh Petey." She says in her best sex kitten voice. "You know you love it."

"Humph." Of course I fuckin' do. I'm as happy as pig in shit that J finally has a mate to share his existence with an' the fall out from his occasional romantic projectin' is not too shabby either. "I guess it's better than my brother marryin' another prude."

Silence. Fuck, open mouth Peter an' insert enormous foot.

BPOV

Ouch. Yet another reminder that Jasper has been married before and we can't seem to shake her, or her ghost, off completely.

"Did he love her Pete?" I ask quietly.

"Aw, sweet thing." He whines. "You can't ask me that, you need to talk to J about it if it's botherin' ya."

It's not bothering me per se. But I'm only an ex-human, a girl's gotta wonder. When I first knew him I had a particular impression of his relationship with Alice, mainly that they were mates, if I hadn't been so violently attracted to him the next time we met it might have been enough to put me off having anythin' to do with him. Oh hell, I don't wanna think about this. Jasper an' I are mates so it's all a mute point anyway. But maybe there's some motivation for findin' Alice, so I can draw a line under her as part of my old life. I don't know why I've suddenly got a dirty conscience, she abandoned me an' kicked Jasper out, I didn't steal him from her. Time for a change of subject.

"What do you think we should do about Rutilio?" I ask as an opener.

"He deserves to die." He says coldly. "He kidnapped me an' my fuckin' sire. He tortured him." He stops for a moment, strugglin' for words, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I owe my existence an' my life to J. When I thought he was burnin' in that fire . . . . Bella, I, I felt like my fuckin' heart was bein' torn out."

"I'm sorry." I murmur, completely understanding an' not apologisin' for the first time either.

"I understand why you did it lil' sis an' I admire your thinkin'. I do. But fuck, it was the worst moment of my life."

"Mine too." I wrap my arms around my chest, holdin' myself together. "Even though I knew what was goin' to happen it was almost more than I could stand. Pete, I was so fuckin' scared somethin' would go wrong. That Rutilio wouldn't leave before my shield collapsed, that he'd fuckin' kill us anyway."

In the silence he reaches across an' tugs at my arm, taking my hand an' holdin' it in his own huge paw.

"He has to die." I whisper. "I have to know that he will never, ever, do anythin' to hurt Jasper again."

"What do you wanna do?" He asks, squeezin' my hand.

"I want to find him in New York." I grind out. "I want him to know I haven't forgotten about him. I want him to be afraid."

"We can't trust Jenks." He says, clearly thinking about our usual channel of information.

"No, we can't. What do we do about him?"

He chuckles, a dark sound for once. "I think we'll let J deal with Jenks. Traitors are right up his street."

I shiver, I can imagine that meeting all too vividly.

"So what do we do about Rutilio?" He asks, voice low an' intent.

"Well first we find him an' then I don't know Pete." I answer truthfully. "I want him to pay for what he did but I'm not doin' anythin' without Jasper."

"He won't approve of revenge."

"Why not?" I ask, rememberin' our recent conversation on the subject.

"That's another thing you'll have to ask him lil' sis." He says cryptically. "But know that I'm with you all the way. No one fucks with my family an' gets away with it. I know where J's comin' from but sometimes bein' a grown up is just an invitation to get your ass kicked."

We ride on in silence for a while.

"What do you think of Carlisle?" He asks after a while.

"I don't know." I shrug. "He's not like I remembered him, but then I was just a kid an' I hardly knew him. He must be worried as hell about Alice an' Edward."

"Hmm." Pete is thoughtful for a moment. "He set my BFF off tonight. Not sure why, just feel like we need to watch him or summat."

This time the silence lasts until we pull into the driveway of our new house. No, scratch that, mansion.

"Fuckin' hell Pete." I gasp in awe.

"Grand ain't it?" He chuckles. "Mi esposa is of a mind to flaunt our wealth for once, she may have siphoned off a tad more cash than was strictly necessary."

"It's beautiful." I breathe in wonder at the sight before me, my lady parts suddenly all of a flutter.

"Fuckin' hell Bella." Pete exclaims as he sees Jasper an' Char have appeared on the front steps. "You've barely been away from him for one day."

With a little laugh I leap from the still movin' truck and launch myself into Jasper's waiting arms.

Wrapping me up tightly in his embrace he carries me through the blur that is our new house and deposits me on a big soft bed, hovering above me.

"I fuckin' missed you." He growls, lowerin' his face to mine.

Our kiss is interrupted by Char.

"You know I love you both." She giggles. "But this here is our first night in our new house an' I'd be grateful if you two could keep it in your pants at least long enough to enjoy the tour."

Jasper growls again without removin' his lips from mine.

"J, you promised me." Char scolds.

With a dramatic sigh Jasper leaps to his feet offering me his hand. "Come on darlin', the fun Gestapo won't leave us in peace until we've made nice over the house."

I don't want to. I want to make nice over the crisp white shirt an' figure hugging black pants he's wearing.

"Stop droolin' an' cover your eyes Bella." Char orders. "So we can start again from the beginnin'."

Grumblin' I allow Jasper to cover my eyes with his big hands an' lead me back downstairs.

"This is the hall." Char announces.

"It's lovely." Jasper enthuses, to me he whispers "I have already imagined takin' you on that entrance mat, the feel of your body joined with mine."

My shield down I can feel the wave of lust he's throwing out, mostly in my knees.

Rollin' her eyes Char leads us on. "This is the main livin' area."

Its beautiful, muted natural colors, big squishy couches an' the mother of all fireplaces.

"I'm goin' to bend you over that couch an' make you scream my name." Jasper murmurs from behind me, grindin' his hips into me for emphasis. "You'll feel so tight, stretched over in front of me."

I swallow convulsively.

Char starts to twitch but womans on. "This is the kitchen, an' over there is the sun room."

Jasper pulls my hair to one side an' brushes his lips across my neck murmuring "I will worship your body with mine in this room, while the sun caresses your beautiful skin." Anticipation ripples through me.

By the time we've done two more rooms, the dining room was the kicker trust me, my legs have turned to mush an' Jasper is practically draggin' me around the house his low dirty chuckle constantly in my ear.

"This is the library." Char informs us somewhat grimly.

Once again Jasper lowers his lips to my ear an' if I could blush I would.

"That's enough!" Char screeches. "Pete! Get out of the damn shower, I'm on my way!"

With another trademark chuckle Jasper sweeps me into his arms. "Let's go darlin', it seems the tour is over."

At a human pace he carries me back to our new room, once again laying me down on the bed.

"Where were we?" He drawls.

"I believe you were about to show me how much you missed me." I prompt.

"Oh yes. I think I was."

Rising to his feet he reaches his hands up to his shirt and slowly undoes the top button. Then the next, and the next until his magnificent body is exposed. Chucklin' at my expression he pulls the shirt slowly out of his pants an' shrugs it off his wide shoulders, throwing it to the side.

Holy shit.

Slowly and deliberately he unfastens his pants, sliding them down his strong thighs an' kicking them off.

How I love it when he goes commando. I watch him silently for a moment, drinking in his perfection an' enjoyin' the sight of just how much he has missed me.

Like the predator he is he advances on me, kneeling on the bed an' crawling up my body. "You're overdressed darlin'. Let me help you . . . ."