There's no good times

This impossible year

Just a beachfront of bad blood

And a coast that's unclear

All the guests at the party

They're so insincere

They just intrude and exclude

This impossible year

-Panic! at the Disco, Impossible Year

Before I could say much of anything, she was in the shower. She was tired and I was pretty sure that she had forgotten to cover all of the bases here. Plus, I could see she was starting to grieve. Her order of events was seriously out of , she'd thought the girls were here, when they were barely even on their way. I quickly found my way around this portion of the house, and went into her closet. The walk in had rows and rows of clothing, and only a fourth of it belonged to Bella. I put together a quick outfit on a hanger and hung it up outside of the bathroom door. I knew she hadn't taken any clothes in with her. In a less serious situation, I probably would have waited for her to come out naked, but I could sense that now wasn't the time. While she showered, I found her phone and called her crew, and then grabbed my phone to call mine. The house was going to be crowded soon and I took a minute to go over what everyone's marching orders would be. Luckily, I heard the shower stop before anyone showed up, and before I could blink, she was standing in front of me, naked and dressing as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I could feel my jaw drop, but I promptly closed it. Right now was really not the time.

"Stop looking at me as if I've got two heads Masen. You and your crew are about to clean up a body for me. I think we're over formalities here."

I took the time to clear my throat. She was probably right, but I wasn't totally without morals. I'd get her naked again, and the next time, I would take the chance to appreciate it.

"As much as I love our verbal sparring, we've got a bigger problem on our hands. Your earlier instructions weren't very clear. You want me and the guys to dispose of the body, which I have no problem with. The issue is the message we're sending, and what gets delivered where."

She had finished dressing and was putting her wet hair into some sort of updo. I started to tell her that I preferred it down, but she wasn't mine yet. She wouldn't appreciate the suggestion.

"I agree with you about sending the message, but we need to cover our asses as well. I say we remove the head and cut out the tongue like you suggested, maybe have one of the girls sew it onto his forehead. If it was me, I'd send that little package to Royce King. I'm less worried about The Pack and Royce King needs to know what we do to snitches."

With all of my talking, I expected her to say something, but she let me take charge of everything, just nodding her head to let me know that she understood.

"As far as the torso, I say we carve 'Swan sent me' into it and express it to The Pack. They should've known better than to try and bias King. He's for hire. They need to remember that we yield power too."

I can tell she's thinking. She's taken down a lock of her hair and is twisting it around her finger, all the while biting her bottom lip. It's damned sexy and I have to remind myself to focus. Finally she speaks, and if I said my stomach didn't drop I'd be lying.

"That's not good enough for me. This may be petty of me, but I want Jacob Black and his little pack of dogs to suffer. I want a meeting with him where I'm allowed to stay armed, and I want one of his men eliminated. I want an eye for an eye, and I'm not going to accept anything 'll discuss the meeting later. I've also changed my mind about access to the room. I want Rose, Al, that big guy with the brown hair, and that American you think no one knows about. And you. I want you all in here. We have a problem, and it will need to be solved before we clean up the scene."

With that, she put her sunglasses back on her face and lit another cigarette. Anyone who didn't know her would say she looked badass. Flannel and leather, boots to accentuate her curves. Sexy but hard. But somehow, I knew her, and I knew better. This was her version of armour. She was dressed this way because she was feeling vulnerable, but she didn't want anyone to know it. She walked over to her dresser and climbed up, crossing her legs as she sat and waited for everyone to show. She didn't have to wait long. The essential members had been called in. Outside of her left and right hand, I noticed that Jessica and Angela had showed up for her. I wasn't sure of their last names. It goes without saying that Emmett and Jasper had come, and it appeared that Ben Cheney had showed up for me, and he'd brought the comfort of my favorite scotch with him. I watched Bella take a long drag on her cigarette and stub it out on the dresser. Her sisters were getting tired of waiting for her to acknowledge them. You could tell in their stances that while they respected her as their leader, they gave as good as they got. I watched as the dark haired one, I thought her name was Alice, nodded in the direction of the bed.

"Looks like you'll need to redecorate Bells."

I watched as the three sisters locked eyes with each other, and after several seconds, the three began to abruptly laugh, making me and the rest of the guys wonder how sane they really were. Just as I was beginning to interject, blondie spoke first.

"Seriously Bells. What's the plan here. Obviously Charlie will want to know why he isn't coming around anymore. His parents aren't here anymore, so that saves us a little, but still."

I watched as Bella lit herself another cigarette. That was three since I'd been here.

"Edward, fill her in. I'm going to the kitchen to grab glasses for the scotch you're going to share with me."

I could tell that there was something we needed to know that she was barely hiding. When she came back, she'd somehow managed to balance two trays filled with glasses and her cigarette. Once the scotch was poured, she took a seat back on her perch on the corner of the dresser. This time, she finished her cigarette, snubbed it out on the dresser next to her, and drained her glass. Before she spoke, she cleared her throat and scrubbed a hand across her face.

"I know seating is limited, but everyone might want to sit for what I have to say next."

At first, I thought she couldn't be serious about us sitting. Her sisters, I could pick them out now, sat down right on the bed, as if Mike Newton's dead body wasn't there. My guys took their lead from her girls, a problem that we would address later. I stood. I appeared to have been the only person in this room who had suddenly lost their wits.

"As we can see, we all know Mike Newton is dead. And while everybody knows that, I'm the only one who knows that Il fratello di Mike รจ nel pacchetto , e ora saranno in arrivo per noi. Tutti noi." Mike's brother is in the Pack, and now they'll be coming for us. All of us.