Summary:Sometimes, what you don't know will hurt you. They don't call her the Black Widow without reason.

A/N: Hi friends! Before we get started, I want to give you a fair warning. This is not your typical Bella, nor is she ever going to become the typical Bella. She is far from meek and mild, and if I'm being truthful, she's downright fucking crazy.

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I slammed my hands on my desk before standing up. "Bring him to me," I seethed.

"Bella, I don't think—"

"Excuse me? Who do you think you're speaking to?" I stepped from behind the desk, standing directly in front of him. Thanks to my six-inch heels, we were almost at eye level. He visibly gulped, and I gave him a sardonic smirk. He knew I loved him, but he was also usually smart enough to know who was in control here.

It was probably the stupidest mistake I'd ever made, falling in love with my consigliere. Typically, we knew how to separate the two. I called the shots here in the office while he called them at night in our bed. I loved being in control—needed it—but it was a lot for one woman to handle on a daily basis. Giving up that control in our bedroom was freeing, allowing me to keep my head in the game.

"You're standing in my office, in my fucking house. Address me properly."

"Yes, of course. I apologize, ma'am." It didn't go unnoticed when he couldn't quite hold back a grin. "I don't think it's wise for you to have this on your hands. We already had the cops sniffing around here last month after Marcus 'disappeared.'"

I scoffed as I rolled my eyes, taking a seat on the edge of my desk. "I'm not going to kill him, Edward. I wouldn't take that pleasure from the butcher."

"Why do you need him, then?"

Batting my eyelashes, I shrugged. "Bring him to me, and I'll show you."

He threw his head back, laughing. "You look ridiculous."

I glared at him, standing back up and gripping his tie roughly to pull him down to my level. "Just fucking bring him to me!"

His eyes heated as he pulled his tie from my grip. "You wanna get your hands dirty? Fine," he growled. "Tonight, you'll regret what you just did to me," he muttered under his breath as he left the room, slamming the door behind him.


There was a quick knock at my door before Emmett and Jasper burst into the room, Demetri struggling between them. Edward walked in behind them, sitting on the edge of an armchair with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression hard. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to tamp down my arousal. Now was hardly the time.

"You asked to see this piece of shit, Ms. Volturi?" Emmett asked as he shoved Demetri once more.

I sat back in my chair, propping my feet up on my desk and crossing them at the ankles. "I did." I smiled. "Demetri, tell me, how's your mama doing with the fact that she raised two snitches? Think she'll live to see another day once you're both gone? I bet she dies of a broken heart." I clucked my tongue. "And your wife and your babies. It's such a shame."

I stood from my seat, making my way around to him. "Tell me, cousin." I gripped his chin with my hand, letting my nails dig into his flesh. "What were you and Marcus thinking, trying to sell us out to the fuckin' Irish? Hm?"

"Vai a farti fottere." He shook his head free from my grip, spitting at my feet. At least he wasn't stupid enough to spit in my face. He knew I would have him killed right in front of me if he had, but instead, he bought himself a few more hours of torture.

I rolled my eyes, sighing heavily. "Stupid men, the both of you. Did you think that since I'm a woman, I don't have enough brains to figure out what's going on behind my back?" I leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear. "I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know when every single one of you eats, breathes, or shits."

I took a step back, circling him. "Family or not, if you speak ill of me, if you speak ill of my father or mother, or anyone in this fucking room, I'm coming for you. Ever hear that stupid saying, snitches get stitches? If only you were so lucky." I shoved at him, and since his hands were tied behind his back, he stumbled and fell.

"Keep him there!" I barked at Jasper and Emmett as I walked toward Edward, perching on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. "Don't be angry with me, baby. You know I had to do this." I kissed his cheek even though he wouldn't look at me, knowing I was in for it later that night. Between that thought and what I was about to do, my body was humming with excitement.

As I stood, I lifted my foot, pulling the cap off the heel of my stiletto to expose the blade. A few pairs of my shoes were custom designed, so I was never without a weapon. "Be thankful you gave Gianna two beautiful babies, cousin, because if you were ever going home, I promise you'd never father another child."

I stomped on his nuts, and the blade of my heel pierced completely through them. As Demetri screamed in pain, I heard every man in that room suck in a deep breath. "Get him the fuck outta my sight." I pulled my heels off, tossing them at Edward's feet. "Get someone to clean these and this whole fucking house once they leave."

Vai a farti fottere - go fuck yourself