Emmett's POV

I'll tell you one thing; Izzy loves her bike way too much. She told me it was a Ducati 996 and then went on to list all the modifications she had made to it. I listened quietly trying to absorb the fact that Izzy was almost as obsessive with her bike as Rose was about her car. We pulled up outside a depressing grey building and she jumped out before we had even came to a halt. I turned the engine off and followed her to where she was standing at the back of my jeep. Her hands were tracing the body of the motorbike and she was murmuring incoherently. I crossed my arms and laughed.

"So, when did you two tie the knot?"

Izzy's 'not impressed' look made me laugh harder and she turned slightly to flip me off.

"You like to do that a lot, don't you?"

"I like to do a lot of things with my hands, Em. Punching, smacking, slapping…" She trailed off concentrating on the body again. Her fingers trailed softly over the sheen of the black carbon cover and then she motioned for me to take it off the back of the jeep. I snickered when I placed the bike down and a look of worry crossed Izzy's face.

"What?" she asked, a scowl replacing her worried frown.

"Just, you know, you used to get that look when Edward and I got into a wrestling match." I immediately regretted my words the minute they came out of my mouth. Dude, time to work on that filter. I glanced nervously over at Iz, but luckily a massive grin was plastered on her face.

"Well," she said taking the handlebars and wheeling it towards a black garage door. "This is my baby, Emmett, I worry 'bout her." She kicked the stand over and went to a small security box where she punched some numbers in. She threw me a key and I went to a large padlock and unlocked it.

"It's a nice bike and all but what is with the security, Iz?" I asked as I threw the garage door up. She chuckled at my gasp. I stared at Izzy with amazement and she smiled ruefully back at me.

"You were saying?"

"Are…are all these your?" I stuttered.

"Yup," she said simply, walking her bike in. I walked in slowly after her and stopped at the beautiful dark grey Koenigsegg CCX closest to me. I stared past it and my mouth fell open at the canary yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. Izzy giggled as she walked up behind me.

"Beautiful, aren't they?"

I nodded dumbly at her question.

"Well, they are all well and good, but my pride and joy is over here." I watched as she walked over to a car that had a white sheet draped over it. She turned, clutching the end of the sheet and grinned at me.

"You ready?" she asked.

I nodded again and Izzy threw off the sheet. I heard a little scream that echoed around the garage. I looked around to see where the little girl was when I realized that came from my mouth. Wow, that was so manly. I tried to cover it up with a cough but Izzy was already laughing at me. Smooth, man, real smooth. I ignored her and walked over to the most beautiful car I had ever seen. A deep blue Bugatti Veyron. Izzy was stroking the black hood lovingly and she sighed softly

"She's utterly amazing in every way, Em," she murmured. I started to agree with and then snapped out of my awe.

"How can you afford these, Izzy?"

She shook herself slightly from her own worship of the car and walked over to where she had parked her bike. Only then did I realize there were three other bikes next to the Ducatti. I'm not a bike person but they all looked equally as expensive as the Ducati.

"Who said I bought them?" she murmured as she looked the bike over once more.

"You didn't steal these, did you Iz?" I asked horrified.

"No! Jeez, Em, I may not be clean cut any more but I definitely don't do grand theft auto."

"So…so how?" I asked looking back at the Bugatti.

"Those two were gifts," she said pointing over to the Lamborghini and the CCX. "My bikes I won in poker games, and the Bugatti well, she was payment."

I gaped at her.

"Since when do you like gifts, when do you play poker and who the hell pays someone with a two million dollar car?"" I yelled. She rolled her eyes and looked like she was bored with me. I growled lowly.

"Ok, so, sometimes I freelance and the cars are just payment for it. You don't turn down a gift from these guys unless you want to be smelling the dirt from the other side of a coffin."

I gulped. What had we done? I felt infinitely guilty for leaving Izzy to become someone who played idly with her own life.

"Emmett, that part of my life is over. They are not the mob, they are just a bunch of high powered execs who have way too much time and money and get off on a little girl belting the shit out of assholes. That's it."

I sighed letting out a whoosh of air. I still was worried about the details but the main thing was that she was safe and she was with me. Izzy laughed and she waggled a finger at me.

"Shall I start calling you Edward junior, Emmy?"

I snorted and before she knew it I had her in a massive bear hug. I squeezed her gently and she chuckled.

"I don't think I should let you go, Izzy. You get into way to much trouble."

"Silly Emmy bear," she murmured into my chest. I smile and placed her back on her feet. She grinned up at me and I laughed. She then frowned bringing her finger to her mouth and shushing me.

"Quiet, my babies are sleeping," she said gesturing to her impressive auto collection.

I ducked my head and made a show of tiptoeing out of the garage. Izzy giggled and followed, playing along. I closed the garage and locked it while Izzy punched the number in the security box again. She turned and pointed up to set of apartments on the other side of the road.

"That's where I live. I chose it 'cause I've got a good view on my garage. You know just in case anyone tries to take my sweeties."

I snorted. "So, what do you do if some one tries? Shoot them?"

She raised her eyebrow at me and I felt my stomach fall out.

"You don't own a gun do you, Izzy?"

She burst into laughter as we crossed the road and opened the door.

"God Emmett! Were you always this gullible?"

I gave her a small shove to hide my embarrassment and surprisingly she only stumbled a bit. She giggled as she checked her mail then turned towards the stairs.

It was obvious she could handle her liquor as she took the steps to her apartment two at a time. She had not tripped once tonight and that was saying something considering she was wearing those four inch black boots. I shook my head as she turned and sprinted up another flight of stairs.

Suddenly I got a whiff of something foul. It got stronger with every set of stairs. Izzy didn't seem have noticed and I immediately went on high alert. When we reached her door, the stench was so unbearable, I almost wretched. She smiled at me.

"You'll get used to it."

I looked wildly at her, trying to piece together what the fuck was going on. She unlocked the door then gave me a guilty look. Confused I continued to stare at her. She took a deep breath and opened the door. The smell punched me right in the face, doubling me over and I had to cup my knees for support. I held my breath. I felt Izzy's hand on my back making soothing circles.

"Breathe, Emmett, it will lesson until you can't smell it anymore."

I took a tentative breathe. It was still disgusting but it wasn't as bad. She was right, with every breath I took, the smell lessoned till I could barely pick up on it. But what the fuck was that. I took a wary step into her apartment and looked around. It was tiny. A sofa and a recliner occupied the space to the right and to my left was a small kitchen. I assumed that the bathroom was behind the only door in the whole place, in the corner behind the couch. At the back of the apartment was a desk and a book shelf. She strode over to the fridge and opened it before groaning in disgust and closing it. She walked over to the sofa and fell face first.

"Iz, what the fuck is that stink?"

Her hand came up and the bangles fell down her arm as she pointed to a rug plastered on the wall. I went over to inspect it and it was definitely where the horrible stink was coming from. It was grey in color and was obvious an animal pelt but I couldn't figure out what animal it came from. It was too big to have come from a wolf. Not polar bear or mountain lion. I heard Bella sit up on the couch and laughed while I was inspecting it.

"You won't guess it."

"Ok, tell me than, smarty pants."

"Werewolf."

"What the fuck?" I yelled as I jumped as far as I could away from it. I fell immediately into a defensive crouch and I felt the my hairs on the back of neck raise. Bella was holding her sides laughing her head off.

I straightened up and stared at her. She was fucking nuts. Yeah, that's what happened. When Edward broke up with her she went nutso and she fucking lost it.

"Iz, what the fuck is that doing on your wall and stop fucking laughing. It's not funny," I growled at her.

"Take a chill pill, Em," she said wiping the tears from her eyes.

"I got that from a shaman lady a couple of years ago. It helped with a little annoying pixie that kept tabs on me with her visions. I think you might know of her."

I must have looked stupid glancing from the pelt to Izzy, but I seriously needed some time to process. So that's why Alice couldn't see Izzy. How did Iz figure that out and what exactly did she tell this shaman lady to get that pelt? I suddenly felt very uneasy. I must have been as transparent as glass, 'cause Izzy smiled softly at me.

"Don't worry Em, I told her that I was plagued by psychic visions of the future and this is what she gave me to stop them. I knew it worked when I rang Alice and she had no idea who she was talking to."

I let out the air that I didn't know I was holding. So that thing blocked Alice's visions. Iz had wised up. Both of us knew if Alice had seen half the things that I saw Izzy do tonight she would have been shut down. Still, she needed to be told about werewolves.

"Izzy, I need to tell you something…"

Izzy cut me off. "I know all about the werewolves back in Forks. Jacob Black was one."

"What?" I screeched. "Bella werewolves are…"

"Yeah, yeah, dangerous I know. Sheesh, when did you get so dramatic, Em?" she asked laying back down. She laced her hands behind her head and kicked of her boots.

"I am not dramatic, Izzy, that is Edward's domain."

"Yeah don't I know it," she murmured.

"So anyway this is an actual werewolf pelt. Jacobs pack is really shape shifters."

What? Ok so that kinda made sense but she was supposed to go back to her nice human life, not go and play with a bunch of werewolves or whatever the fuck they were calling themselves these days. So much for keeping Bella Swan safe, Edward, I thought grimly sitting down in an armchair.

"Lighten up, Em, I thought you were supposed to be the fun one."

I swear I must have looked hurt cause she was up in a flash and crawling into my lap.

"I'm sorry, Em," she crooned into my ear.

"I'm a bit out of touch with the whole human race," she said lacing her fingers behind my neck and cuddled close to me.

I chuckled into her hair.

"Me too, kiddo," I said holding her closer to me, "me too."

She fell asleep in my arms. I listened to her steady breathing for a while before glancing around the room looking for a bed. I saw a bunch of blankets littered on the edge of the couch and realized that the couch was her bed. God, how could we have left her to this? I leaned into her hair, breathing in her scent. Look at what we did to her. Look what HE did to her. A growl stalked it's was up my throat and Iz squirmed at the noise. I picked her up and laid her on the couch and looked down at her. She looked so peaceful, so much like old Bella. My poor baby sister.

I sat back down and watched her toss in her sleep.

"Edward," she murmured. I sat up staring at her.

Oh my god. She still dreams about him. She still loves him after all he did to her she still loves him.

I smiled to myself and sunk lower into the recliner. I let my fantasies run away a little. Bella returning home, Carlisle and Esme rushing to welcome her back home, Alice and Jazz staring at each other with love instead of contempt. Rose kissing me like she used to. Edward marrying Bella. Edward making Bella a vampire. Our family whole again. And then as soon as the hope permeated my body it was squashed by the next thing she said.

"I hate you Edward Cullen."