AN. I wasn't going to post this tonight/early morning to me... but Pero qué coño! lol! but seriously, the end of 11 is HEAVY so yeah, here's some chairpire to brighten your day and make the rainbows shine again. The JPOV will be the next project but that's either going to be quick or a few days - because it depends if he wants to cooperate or not...

It wont always be uber angsty so don't be sad! things are looking up - there may even be some mini golf, but chairpire hasn't decided on the activities so don't bank on it yet!

Now I'm off to top up my rather large vodka based beverage and get my ass to bed.

Peace out.

L x

PPOV

I was livid. I'm generally an easygoing bastard. Until someone threatens my people or the pinkys... But the rage at the fucked up shit that had just come out of Swan's mouth was making me see actual fucking red.

The short bitch and I had long come to an understanding. She didn't look at or touch me with any of her eyes or talons, and I didn't burn her face off. I mean Jasper would have been sad and all but venom is thicker than Chanel tweed babycakes, he would have forgiven me in time.

This! This was unfucking acceptable though.

I thought the shit had really hit the fan those eight years ago when J turned up on my doorstep all hollow and sad, and fuck it was just all kinds of levels of wrong. I knew he'd be there when I cracked open that door, but nothing could have prepared me for that. He's a badass motherfucker through and through with a heart of gold to those who are lucky enough to be loved by him. Shit, he'd stared down some of the most fucked up bastards ever to dirty this beautiful earth, and laughed as he cut and burned them down, fear dancing and echoing in his wake. And they'd cowered. God how they had cowered. He was a fucking artiste!

good times...

and that cunt broke him! And none of those bastards had come after him.

But then she got a little grace period, because it was someone else's decision on how to fuck her up. Because she was coming. Finally. And she'd fix my boy up whole.

I couldn't wait to see what Swan would do. I just knew it would be epic.

Don't even get me started on Fuckward. That Victorian era background and his frozen teenage state created a pansy assed repressed mamma's boy with commitment and personal space issues, and the bitch fits he would throw if he didn't get his own way when we visited! They're Evil, I know I hear their thoughts, they must be ended, why isn't everyone listening to me! Pout brood pout! I'm all on my lonesome, and oh so tortured; watch me play the sad sad songs on the piano!

Give me five minutes in a room alone with him and I'd give that fucker something to cry about. That boy didn't know evil. I'd take pleasure in showing him...

To think what he'd orchestrated with that cunt!

He would pay too.

All of them would.

I just wish I'd known more than her last name, hell I didn't even know if it was a nickname, and the idea of the antics that would come – because I'd have moved heaven and earth to shield even a little bit of the shit that those two had rained down on her.

My poor little Swan.

I just needed to remind myself to be patient. They would get what was coming to them.

Char had been squeezing my leg nearest to next to her on the couch. She'd dug those nails right in. I like it rough and all but there was no pleasure in this.

Our eyes met.

I didn't know if it was all reflecting back from my eyes as she looked at me. But somehow she knew it was coming too, or she was planning on heading up there herself, and from that calculating stare, she couldn't wait either.

Fuck! My wife was going to be magnificent!

They were family. We protect our own.

Jasper was well on his way to becoming a permanent piece of that chair. He was still processing that mind fuck, but it looked like he was coming round now.

He'd need to deal with that shit quick, I'm not sure how he's going to react to that clusterfuck... he might not have been feeling Bella but he sure as shit would have been feeling the two of us!

When he was done, I had what I needed to cheer Swan up a bit, and hopefully save the pinkys I knew Char was planning on removing.

I can't believe the shit I do for these people. Fucking Jasper is going to give me shit about this forever!

I reached down the side of the couch and wrapped my fingers around the box in readiness.