Hey ya'll so here we go again with another chapter as promised… I told you I wouldn't make anyone wait for too long!

I can't claim them as mine but man I wish they were, well at least Edward I want that man for me and me alone… *sighs*

Well as always mad thanks to all my girls for all the help and love and encouragement I couldn't do this with out any of u!

Steph, Kyla, Rachel, Cat, BBC, Sandra and now added to the crazy family Xquisite prodigy/blue shirt girl…u all make my day better and make me laugh and always bring me happiness… I'm so glad that I fell in love with Edward and the books and ultimately that brought me to all ur crazy asses and god knows I wouldn't change that for the world…

Playlist for chapter

Wisin Y Yandel –Abusadora (spanish reggaeton) club

Eve – Who's That Girl

Nicki Minaj- Baddest Bitch

Chapter 15 Bella's POV

Club part 1…

The look on his face was one of pure murder.

I was never scared for myself. Not one bit. I was afraid for the men around us because I was more than sure most, wouldn't survive his wrath.

Plain and simple, he was the predator and they were nothing more than his prey.

I had never seen anyone look more feral than he did at this moment. Everything about his posture screamed…danger.

His jaw was clenched tight as his nostrils flared with harsh breaths coming out almost blowing steam in our direction. But his eyes, those beautiful eyes that melt me into nothing but a puddle of goo, are jet black with a small ring of green reminding me of what's behind all that fury.

And to me, he's never looked more beautiful.

Standing there, posture stiff towering over Mr. Reyes with nothing but hate and anger brewing behind those black eyes, I fell a little more for him.

He was this way because of me. I knew he had put his claim out over me and would fight me to the death that I was his, and even though I never confirmed this, I never denied it either.

I was his as much as he was mine, but I just wasn't ready to give him that kind of power over me…yet.

But I could never deny that my heart was pounding harshly against my chest, or that my stomach was in the middle of some weird somersaults thing that only occurred when he was around.

Fuck! Why does he make me suffer this way? I want him and I'm starting to believe I don't have that much fight left in me.

My body craves him and if he were to grab me now and fuck me here in front of everyone I wouldn't complain, not one…bit.

And my panties are ruined.

I'm brought out of my sexually frustrated thoughts by Angie nudging me and pointing back to my man. Yes, I said my man because that's just what he is to me. I know we are going to be together, I can feel this deep in my bones. He is my other half.

While deep down I'm thrilled with this thought, it does bring out a small pang of hurt in my chest.

It almost feels bittersweet to me, because while I'm thrilled at finding my match, I'm sad to let that sweet boy go after all these years. I'm sure he's forgotten about me over the years but I've never let my hope die.

Hope. Such a deep word, but that exactly what I've held onto. Hope, that he was looking for me after all this time. Hope that no one has been able to fill my spot in his life and that as two single beating hearts; we would eventually find our way back and become one as it should have been.

But slowly this man that stands before us is killing that hope and filling it with another strong emotion, one that is more powerful than all the rest…love.

I let out a long sigh and come back to focus on the situation playing out, only to see everyone around me and the girls become more heated.

I don't fear for them, us, we can handle ourselves. I just really wasn't in the mood for giving an ass whooping, after ending my meeting on such a high note.

My attention is once again brought back to the fuck hot man in front of me, and I'm shocked by what I see. Mr. Reyes and Edward seem to be in a deep and very heated conversation. A lot of hand movements and angry looks are shared between the two. But what finally makes me snap out of my trance is the fight that brakes out between them.

Edward's is first to strike, and when his fist connects with Reyes's face, all hell breaks loose.

Mr. Reyes' men were already running towards the fight when the blonde dude that was accompanying Edward takes out two guns and shoots the first fucker to get close.

Not one of these gentlemen, and I use this term loosely, stopped or cared enough to make sure we left unharmed.

To them this was all business as usual.

Blood splatters the walls and that's when the girls and I decide it's time to teach these men some valuable lessons and kick some ass.

We have had just about enough with these men, its time we do what we are good at.

Look out boys, the girls are coming to take over the school yard…

Jess, always being the prepared bitch, hands over a small hand gun to Angela and takes the other for her self. I on the other hand will go in with my knives; they are just more…fun.

I never blink or question when the girls come out to play with me. All I feel is the whoosh of bullets passing by me from behind and loud grunts as the girls aim and never miss a target.

It doesn't take them long for their targets to drop, and keeping an eye on those on the ground, I solely focus on my target that at this moment is rushing my way.

Adrenaline flows through my body and on instinct I drop my knife and square myself for some much enjoyed hand to hand combat.

He rushes as if to tackle me, but I'm way quicker and my right leg comes out in response in a swift and deadly kick. Focusing and centering myself I let all my weight fall behind the blow and as I connect the crunch of broken bones flows through out the room and his screams of pain are music to my ears.

My father once said to me "Baby girl, never trust a man or woman when on the floor, after you have taken them down. If the fucker is still breathing you hit em' again and again. Make sure they are down for the count, because a live fucker is a dangerous one, especially when they are afraid and are in survival mode fighting for their lives."

Truer words have never been spoken.

You can take that bit of knowledge I just dropped on you, thanks to Daddy Swan, straight to the bank.

So guess what I did as he was down…yep, I kicked him.

This time with all the strength my body possessed behind it and when the idiot cried out begging for mercy, I swiftly answered his call with a nice little kick to his groin. The man continued to cry like a bitch, and honestly broken ribs hurt but damn you would think with the way he is currently screaming I shot his nut off.

I just couldn't take him anymore and walked away yelling at him as I went to simply "Man the fuck up!"

In total the damage isn't that bad, at least to my standards. We handled the situation swiftly and no one out in the club was the wiser of what just went down as they bump and grind out on the dance floor.

The girls took down four of Mr. Reyes' guards within ten minutes and to my surprise none have any serious injuries other than a shot foot or arm. All the injured men at the moment were lying towards the left side of the room, where the only door to enter was located.

I swear if the matter wasn't so serious, it would have been hilarious. To me or any outsider looking in, they looked as if they were in a domino formation and as one fell so did the others, leaving nothing but a row of big muscled goons on the floor crying and bleeding begging for mercy.

My favorite though, was the six broken ribs I gave to the short, skinny fuck with a macho attitude that had been on my shit list since I first arrived. I could have carved my initials into his skin, but he wasn't worth the extra effort it would have taken to get it done.

Okay I have anger issues, sue me.

But when you attack me and talk shit, don't cry when I fuck you up.

Angie and Jess let out a small chuckle, probably thinking the same thing I was and just shake their heads.

We have dealt with some nasty and dangerous fuckers over the years so this isn't anything new to us. I guess we all are just disappointed we didn't really get a chance to get dirty. I've been itching for some action for some time, and only being able to kick ass without even getting to throw a knife or empty a clip is a bummer.

Okay so we all have anger issues and might be trigger happy, again sue me.

We have been so lost in our bummed out thoughts we never noticed the blonde man standing there.

He was just staring at us and not blinking. He seems so hell bent on not missing a single detail of what we just did. I can honestly say that while it still 'creeps' me out, I know it comes with the territory. It's not every day that women dressed to kill come in and take out five men within minutes without even batting an eyelash.

To men this is stuff made more for wet dreams not the underground world of guns and drugs. While hearing that a woman can handle herself can make them jizz, to them it's more of a myth, so when smacked with this reality they all do the same they… stare.

The creepy stink eyes continue, but it's not a look that screams who are you? No this man knows. He looks at me as if I was a long lost relative, and puts his finger up to his lips declaring silence over what just happened. Not that I'm hiding anything. If Edward were to ask I would tell him, but he hasn't so I'm just letting him figure it out on his own.

He's shaking his head and mumbling "Unbelievably lucky bastard" and "Fuck she's hot" under his breath. I'm left confused and looking at the girls with a raised eye brow asking them "what the hell?"

They simply shrug their shoulders and we all turn to look back at him, but before we could utter a single word, he wink and points back to my man still trying to kill my client.

The two men are so busy trying to beat the shit out of each other that, they never once noticed how quiet the room got after our little display. At this point I'm so over this bullshit that I march right up to them and grab them both by their ears and twist those fuckers. They both yelp in pain and I tell them to "Let go and get on their knees."

Mr. Reyes drops immediately but my Edward, being the stubborn fucker that he is, won't budge and tries to push me off. That shit just pisses me off even more. Not wasting any time, I kick him right behind his knees and bring him down.

I'm so tempted to give him another kick, this one to the ass for attempting to push me off but I reign myself in, I have bigger fish to fry at the moment.

But later, his ass is grass.

Once they are on their knees and both seem as if they can refrain from lunging at the other, I release them both.

I look towards Mr. Reyes and he looks at me and smiles. He turns his eyes towards Edward and instead of hatred or anger I see understanding behind those soulful brown eyes. He smiles and gets up after I nod, bends down towards Edward and whispers something that makes him smile and shake his head.

I'm two seconds away from demanding what the hell is so funny when he pulls Edward up and they embrace.

My rage starts boiling and as I look at the blonde and my girls, they all look as perplexed as I feel. We just kicked some major ass and these two are hugging and setting up meetings.

What. The. Fuck…

See I keep my promises… next chapter will be up on Monday and Edward has some things to say to his princessa…

Things are about to heat up… people I'm so excited that we are finally getting closer to what we have all been waiting for…just a little smidge more to go before everything goes BOOM…

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