As usual Twilight isn't mine, but it should be… I make this fun people!

Not a real a real long author's note today, since I feel like crap. Yep it's that time of year when you send your kids off to school to learn and they come back sick and full off the nasty's… fun times my friends.

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So without further a do…we have the beginning of one Miss Tanya Denali's demise!

Bella's POV

Chapter 21

Godsmack- Straight out Of Line (Bella)

Metallica- Enter Sandman (Bella's in the zone music)

Previously on Until I Saw You…

She needs to see me there, without anything to hide.

It's time I get my woman back and tomorrow I'll celebrate with the family.

But today, I'll shout from every roof top and tell anyone that wants to hear…

I've found my one.

Today Tanya will meet her end at the end of my knife.

Poetic justice, if you think about it.

The day Reyes called to inform me of her second attempt on his daughter, my insides churned. I had seen pictures of that cutie pie. She was so sweet and innocent; I couldn't understand the need to hurt her.

That day she spent a gruesome five hours in a nasty hotel room, tied down and held at gun point. I had never felt so compelled to act out in retaliation.

My rage consumed me, and there wasn't a single picture or glass figurine left in my office after I calmed down.

My thoughts went to the worst scenarios.

She's just a child, with nothing to do with her father's indiscretions. She didn't deserve to pay for his mistakes.

I was so glad when he informed me that she was found quickly and was in bed with her mother by her side.

Just as she should always be.

That night as I picked up all the trash that was a result of my outburst, I saw a picture that brought back memories of a similar instance in my family.

When I was about twelve, my cousin Gianna was taken from her mother's arms at gun point. She was just five when she was snatched and taken to a seedy part of town, all to get back at my uncle Marcus.

He too had stepped outside of his marriage, broken not only his vows but my aunt's heart in the progress.

I remember being home when my mother received that call and watched the woman I knew as my hero crumble in pain. Their sobs were heard all around my house.

My father had come running to her when he heard the pain and despair she had released with each painful cry.

I had only heard bits and pieces of what had occurred, so I filled him in on what I knew.

He went into automatic mode and contacted all of his friends there in London. They put the word out and within minutes he knew where she was and with whom.

My mother, not fit to deal with anything, stayed behind waiting for her sister to come to us. I have never seen her look so weak, but that's what the love for your family does to you. I stayed by her side, never moving, rarely speaking, so I wouldn't disturb her.

Thirty minutes had passed, at the maximum, before my aunt was there with us. She was pale as a ghost and squeezed me to her chest, getting comfort from the arms of her little niece that loved her fiercely.

I had never seen or been so close to the business side of our family.

Dad always kept me away from what I wasn't prepared to deal with or accept. He was always so afraid me being used as a pawn to take him out.

Not because of his position, no, his fear was always with me being hurt.

I clearly remember being the only one in the room standing and talking coherently. We were all waiting for something, anything, to happen. Next I remember hearing the shrill ring of the phone and running to answer it, hoping for good news.

Then finally, the calm that came over us when my father said those unforgettable words…

"I have her and she's okay Bell's. She's okay."

That was the moment that it all sunk in for me. I wasn't a normal girl. My parents didn't hold nine to five jobs and we didn't live in a house with a white fence nor did we have a yellow lab as a pet.

The world was filled with nasty, vile, and envious people. What my parents did was rid the world of these scum's and make it a safer place for innocent ones like little G.

They were heroes, my heroes.

I would later find out that Uncle Marcus and his insane mistress were disposed of by my father. Her accomplice was both beaten and left to die, tied to flag poles in dad's warehouse.

I had never been more proud to call him my father.

That was the instance that changed my life and made me who I am today. I would never, ever harm anyone who was innocent. No matter what they offered to pay.

Actually, those that made the offers against innocents were disposed of by me, for even thinking such things.

And tonight I will have my chance to rid one more piece of scum from this world.

This bitch will know the name of the poor child she hurt to merit my wrath.

Tonight she will pay for her sins.

I have spent the major part of the day holed up in my gym at work.

I ate while reading over her file.

I trained while images of a scared little girl played on repeat.

My sole purpose was her demise.

Not even he could take my mind away from this horrid bitch.

I had my entire office, gym, bathroom and closet adorned with nothing but pictures of this woman. I had her memorized from head to toe.

I knew where she ate, shopped, slept and with whom and on what night.

Yes, our girl was one to get around.

I have followed her and acquainted myself with her mannerisms and learned what made her tick. She hated feeling anything less that perfection.

If any woman in the room was made to feel better than her, she would find a way to eliminate her competition.

I've seen her threaten a few with who her boyfriends were.

I've seen her pull out a knife on one and give a small cut to her cheek, just to drive her point across.

She's as low as they come.

The way to get her where I want her is to deliver a blow to her ego.

She couldn't handle another woman coming in to claim her spot, and she will act out, hell I'm counting on it.

But to deliver the final nail in her coffin…Mr. Reyes will become the object of my desire.

She won't stand for it and will try to come after me.

Reyes knew of my plans. He had agreed to pay an unbelievable amount of attention to me, to rile her up.

So while I bite my lip and bat my eyelashes, she will be stewing in anger. Drawing her to me and allowing me access to attack and destroy.

Killing her will be like taking candy from a baby.

Before I know it I have exactly one hour to make it to the club.

I rush to take a shower and do my hair. Knowing it will have to be in a high pony tail makes it easy for me. No fuss whatsoever.

I decide on a pair of extremely tight blue skinny jeans with a few rips along my thighs and a black halter top that is very low cut, exposing my girls for all to see. I add a pair of killer knee high black boots with buckles on the side, some silver bangles and a pair of hoop earrings and my look is complete.

Since tonight is all about displaying my sex appeal, I give my eyes a smoldering look with some charcoal eye shadow and black liner. I add extra mascara to make my lashes fuller and longer and top off my lips with a nude shade that makes them pop and look plumper.

By the time I head downstairs and climb into my car, I have exactly fifteen minutes to make it to the club. Time is very important when you live my life. Just being off by a couple of minutes can take away the opportunities you've built and planned for.

Not everything in life is perfect, but when you're playing Grim Reaper everything must be executed with preciseness.

Failure is not an option.

The street lights must be on my side tonight, as I get nothing but greens as I approach the I-95. No cars or cops to stop me, definitely a perfect night for me to take care of business.

I get on the I-95 South and get down to Allapatah within ten minutes tops.

Parking is a bitch, but the girls have taken care of everything. Angela's boyfriend, Ben, has become part of our little whacked out family as of late and he is standing outside waiting for me. I give him my keys and threaten him with a missing testicle if anything happens to my baby.

He nods his head and laughs, getting in the driver side and going God knows where. I'm guessing he's going to park and be on standby as I work.

Who knew a reporter could come in so handy?

Shaking my head I skip the line and head straight in, no one stops me.

They know better, especially after the last time I was here.

I see Mr. Reyes sitting by the bar, as agreed, and head straight to the bathroom. Along the way, I spot the girls and they follow without a word, they know the drill.

We head inside the bathroom and she is in here, adding more plaster to her face. Just our luck. I quickly stand by her side and look her up and down; she sees my actions through the mirror and rolls her eyes.

I quickly tell her to watch how she looks at me, before I cut them out and feed them to my dogs. She scoffs at this and turns my way arching an eyebrow and saying…

"Do you have any idea who you are talking to?" She takes a step toward me as if to intimidate me and shoves her fake acrylic nail into my shoulder. "My boyfriend owns this place, and he's a very dangerous man sweetheart," she says condescendingly.

I'm about two seconds away from saying 'fuck the plan' and snapping her neck.

Angela and Jess see my struggle to contain my hate and both come over to wash their hands; they nudge me with their elbows as they wash and give me a look that screams 'settle down.'

She's playing right into my hands without me doing anything…yet.

I look back at them and give a slight nod and face my prey. She looks as if she's constipated, but in reality she's sizing me up. I've seen her do this to several other girls over the course of the week.

The difference between them and me is that I'm not afraid; she sees this and doesn't like it.

Actually, she seems to be the one afraid…and I like it.

The sight of fear in her eyes is very enticing, a high for me if you will.

Makes the job…a lot more fun; worth everything I go through.

I smirk at her and see her features harden. She never gives me a chance to challenge her position, as she tells me that 'her boyfriend will love to put me in my place.'

This is just the opening I needed.

"Really?" I question her with a smile on my lips. She glares my way but I continue as if nothing has happened. "I would love to meet this unbelievable force of nature that is your boyfriend. See what all the hype is about?" She hates me; I know this, especially since I won't back down.

"Who knows, maybe I'll leave here tonight with a new man on my arm?" If looks could kill, well yeah, you get it.

Taking a step my way, I see her clenching her fists trying to hold back. Angela and Jessica are snickering and making 'Ohhhh' sounds in the background, goading her.

Tired of being made to look like a fool, she snaps and tells them to… "Shut the fuck UP!" which only causes the girl's to only laugh harder on their way out the door.

I can see from where I stand that they left my bag with my weapons behind the trash can. We had already agreed this bathroom would be blocked by a guard all night, until they see me approach.

Once we are alone she tells me its time to be taught a lesson and opens the door beckoning me to follow her.

I smile and whistle as I follow her back to where my client is sitting, but as we reach him, I'm hit with a wave of desire and know he is close…

Next up things get a little nasty for our target as all the tables are turned and she is made to feel inferior. See you guys next week!

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