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Guns N' Roses-Chapter 10
Remember that time I showed up with just panties under my coat?
High heels, they was knee high, and my legs was grippin' that throat
You told me this and I quote, cause we popped pills and you smoked
You said, "your stuff got me strung out, it's like doin' lines of some coke"
-The Weeknd ft. Nicki Minaj (The Hills Remix)
In this moment, I could've killed Isabella Swan. I could've taken the glock out of the front band of my jeans and shot her in between the eyes. But there was something about this that didn't make sense. Out of all of the things I knew about the Pack, out of all of the info that we had gathered on them, we knew nothing about Newton's brother, let alone the fact that he even had a brother. I tried to make it my business to know everything there was to know about both Swan and Newton, but this was a surprise that I never saw coming. The Pack must have gone through extremely great lengths to cover this up. What I couldn't understand was the fact that it never got out. Le Belle Re and Bella ma Mortale were both in agreement in stopping the Pack's territory expansion. Before I could stop myself, I started my line of questioning out loud.
"It just doesn't make any fucking sense, Swan."
I could see heads snap to attention. I could also hear Bella laugh, and that's what finally drove me over the edge. I crossed the room in a few strides and before I could stop to think about it, I had her hair in my hands and I was forcing her to look at me. I could tell that my pulling hurt, but all I could hear was her laughter. All I could see was the crazy in her eyes and while it made me furious, it also turned me on. I sneered at her. I wanted answers and I was running out of patience.
"You and your fucking secrets end now, Swan. I mean it. You're going to tell everyone here everything that you know. Once you do that, I'll decide the course of action. God knows I don't trust your judgement. So spill. Talk and I'll let you go. If not, I've got a bullet with your name on it. I'm tired of fucking around and I won't let you get us all killed just because you lost your boyfriend."
I'm sure I was the only one who could see it, but a small tear left her eye, most likely at the memory of ending his life.
"I'll talk. We both know that your little dramatics mean nothing to me. My sisters would never let you make it out of here alive, and your boys aren't too fond of the fact that you have a boner for me right now."
She met my gaze, and I was almost ready to concede to the little power game we were playing when her sister's spoke. The black haired one went first, and while I wasn't surprised by her, I was by the blonde.
"We wouldn't let him hurt you. We'd have to explain that one to Charlie."
"Speak for yourself. Just like always, she finds a way to fuck us over in pursuit of what she wants."
I let her go at that. I hadn't been prepared for some sort of family squabble. I pulled my own pack of cigs from the back of my jeans and lit up. I took Swan's place on the dresser and watched the rest of the drama unfold. The blonde one was hot, but she was also kind of scary. She had this edge about her. And the dark haired one was unpredictable. There was nothing about the pair of them that I found likeable. Still, they were her sisters, so I knew whatever this was would get me some answers. The blonde one clearly had no problem speaking her mind,
"I can explain your death to Charlie very simply. You fucked someone you had no business fucking and now the rest of us have to deal with the consequences of his diseased dick. If you weren't my sister, I'd have shot you between the eyes in a fucking New York minute Swan!"
"Rose that's enough. Cut her some slack here. We can't help who we fall in love with."
"Oh please. Don't try and cover your ass. We all know you have a thing for that American with the bad haircut and the overgrowth of facial hair. Seriously dude. Do you own a fucking razor?"
"Oh please! As if you don't have a thing for the fucking monkey man over there!"
"Take that back, or I'll throw away your new Prada!"
"Touch my shit and I'll break your fingers, sister or not!"
"Alice! Rose! Stay focused. Your arguing is beginning to bore me"
Swan started to pace back and forth as if she was deciding something. When she spoke, you could've heard a rat pissing on cotton in the corner.
"That kid, the one with the red hair who was always there but never really did anything? That was him. His name Riley."
I could see a trend happening with the blonde sister. She always spoke her mind.
"Impossible. Mikey didn't have red hair and neither did anybody else in that family."
Isabella's snort of derision could have been heard from space.
"Definitely possible. I caught him dyeing his hair in the bathroom once. I just assumed it was because he was going prematurely gray. I made fun of him for being a pussy and dismissed it as an odd habit."
The more she talked about their relationship, the more weary she started to look. She walked over to me and snatched my pack of smokes, lighting up and inhaling deeply.
"Bells your love story with Mikey is cute and all, but I really don't give a fuck about it. He's bound to notice Mikey is gone. What the hell are we going to do about the kid?"
Yep. I was right about the brunette. Just when I thought she was the nice one, she came in for the kill. Definitely unpredictable. I'd almost forgotten Emmett and Jasper were in the room because I'd been focusing so hard on the three sisters in front me. Jasper was paranoid that the blonde had pointed out he was American, so Emmett said what we were all thinking.
"We track the kid down, we find out what he knows and we take him out. Why the fuck does this need to become more complicated than that?"
Everyone was quiet for a moment, and then Swan spoke up.
"If we take him out, the Pack will know, and they will come after us. We'll need to be ready for them, and as of right now, we are not ready."
There were some groans of agreement, and some eye rolls. Everyone was silent as we all tried to figure out our next steps. Jasper was who spoke next.
"It seems to me that we all know we have to take the kid out, but we need to do it at the right time. Ms. Swan, do you think you can hold him off from knowin' Michael here is swimmin' with them dead fishes over yonder?"
None of us could figure out whether or not Jasper was joking. With the serious look on his face, I'd say he was serious.
"Jasper, you're American, so the first correction is free. It isn't swimming with the dead fishes. Just swimming with fishes. As far as Mike is concerned, I'll handle his brother. Tutti qui sanno che so come mentire." Everyone here knows that I know how to lie.
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-V