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Chapter Eleven: Wrenched
"In the End" by Linkin Park
"Where are you going?"
"I'm trying to lose them. I can't go toward home."
"What can I do? Should I call 911?" I fumbled in my purse for my phone. But then it flew out of my hands as we took another corner, our tire screeching and my shoulder slamming into the door.
"We don't have time for that!" Edward shouted. "Stay down!"
He pressed on my back again and I clutched my chest as we sped through traffic.
All of a sudden, I could see lights coming toward us and I screamed.
"Hold on, Liefje!"
In the blink of an eye, I could see it all being wrenched away from me. Time and again I was at this place. Yet in the end, it didn't even matter. A wonderful dinner with my wife, a promising night ahead, and then this happened.
As I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the man lean out of his window to fire his semi-automatic again, I knew they wouldn't give in. I only had one choice. It was us or them. But I would take the brunt of it; that was for sure.
My pulse raced as I gripped the wheel, tearing down 5th Avenue at an incomprehensible speed and weaving my way around traffic. I felt another one hit the window and heard Bella scream.
And that's when I saw it, a Brinks truck across the other lane of traffic. I knew it could withstand the impact.
"Hold on, Liefje!"
I threw my arm across Bella again as I whipped the car into oncoming traffic, headlights flashing across my face and the car spinning like a carny ride.
I heard the impact before I felt it, the airbags detonating and slamming into my face. The Ranger Rover skidded to a stop on the sidewalk only catching the corner of the truck and a light pole. Then I heard the other much louder crash.
Without another thought, I pushed the airbag away, first looking to see if Bella was okay and then jumped out of the vehicle.
The fuckers weren't getting away with this. That was for sure.
I ran to the now mangled Lexus that was smashed up against the front of the Brinks truck. One limp body lay halfway out the passenger side, his body contorted sickeningly. I had seen enough dead bodies in my time to know he perished on impact.
Screaming broke out around me, but I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't see or feel anything except the blood pulsing through my veins. I yanked the driver from the car, his gun clanging to the pavement, and threw his limp body across the hood.
"Who the fuck are you?" I slammed his head against the hood, seeing the dizzied but wry smile cross his face. He was as good as dead. Even if the effects of the crash didn't kill him, I would.
"Answer me!" I slammed him again and he groaned.
"Fuck you, foda-se você prick!"
"Fuck me, huh? Fuck me!" I seethed. "Who sent you?" I grabbed his hair and pulled his skin back, stretching the already gashed skin away and he howled in pain.
"Você deve saber, Agent Cullen." I stiffened, realizing what he was saying.
He was speaking in Portuguese. Was he in Miami? Was he one of the Jaguars? Were they on to us? Or was he sent by Volturi?
I grabbed him around the throat and ripped his shirt open, putting pressure on his chest.
"Was it Volturi?" I yelled.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He snarled.
"I will end you. I will fucking end whoever it is you work for. Do you hear me?" I spat as I leaned down right into his face.
"You won't have time to." He smirked and then his eyes started to roll back in his head.
"What are you talking about?" I screamed, wrenching him forward and shaking him to get him to come to. "What the fuck are you talking about? Who do you work for?"
I shook him and shook him, until I felt a small pair of hands on my shoulders, pulling me back.
My body coiled and then released. The man slumped back across the hood of the car. Surely his internal injuries did him in and not what I did, not that it mattered.
"Edward." Bella murmurmed as I tried to catch my breath. My entire body was heaving with anger and adrenaline and I started to shake all over. I could feel the terror and dread racing through my vain.
"Edward." Bella said louder and I looked up at her wide eyes and tear-stained face.
"Are you okay Liefje?" I immediately wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. She looked okay, but that wasn't always the case.
"I'm okay, I'm okay." She mumbled into my chest. "Are you?" Her concerned eyes traveled to my forehead at the same time her fingers met the gash there. I winced as she pressed against it and nodded.
"I'm fine." I sighed and pulled her tighter to me.
That wasn't even close to how I felt. I wanted to rip something to shreds, or run a marathon, or do anything to not feel so fucking tense. But I knew I had to get us out of harms way first.
The next moments were a barage of police officers and ambulances. I quickly escorted Bella to an unmarked car that I knew was FBI and showed them my badge. I had started carrying it with me more recently, subconciously aware that something like this could happen.
As Bella settled in the bulletproof car my eyes traveled to our now beat up Range Rover. I thanked God I reinforced it when we bought it. My eyes then scanned the crowd gathered around the scene. I knew no one else would try anything, but surely there was someone here watching to see how we were doing, to report back to whoever ordered this hit.
My fingers flexed and tensed, wishing I had my Glock on me so I could just interrogate the fucker myself once I saw him.
A shrill ring tore me from my thoughts and I quickly grabbed my cell phone.
"I heard. How are you?"
"We're just getting ready to head in to give our statements after they finish checking us over." I turned and looked at the car where the emergency person was speaking with Bella.
"Do you know anything G?" I continued.
"Not yet. But the agents who came sent me the descriptions along with anything on their persons, which was very little. But I'll let you know as soon as I have something."
"What the fuck's going on here G, seriously? We have to be on to something right? I'm not crazy. Miami stirred up a shitstorm or we got too close. Something. Something's up here."
"I agree Edward. But you need to sit tight and get Bella home tonight. I'll get you whatever I have."
I sighed. "Fine."
Fine. What a shitty fucking word that is.
"E, just listen to me. We'll get this figured out. But you going all vigilante isn't going to help anything. You know that. You've been in the field. You need to be patient. They've already come after you. Now they're going to draw back because they're worried about exposure and then they'll come again. And we'll be ready."
"We better fucking be ready, because this isn't just me. This is my family we're talking about Garrett." I spewed.
"I know, E. I know. Just don't go getting any ideas."
"Yeah." I clicked off the line and walked to the car where Bella was waiting. For someone who didn't live around this type of thing, she was holding up exceptionally well. But then again, ever since she met me, she had been exposed to this.
I glanced again at the mangled scene and noticed a red-headed reporter talking to one of the police officers. She looked up just then and caught my eye.
I recognized her as the woman who spoke to me shortly after the Fourth of July, the one who asked about Volturi and used to be Bella's assistant. I instantly knew something was fishy. There were too many people too close to this thing that were suspicious or had more information than they seemingly should have.
Startling realization settled in my stomach. As much as I didn't want to, as much as I promised I wouldn't do it, I had to fix this. I was the only one who could.
"You are the only person who can do this." He stated under his breath. "Don't be afraid of yourself and your skills. You have the power to take down a major international player."
I shot him dubious look. I may have the ability, yes, but the access was a problem. Besides, I was an assassin, I wasn't used to leaving my targets alive. They wanted this one delivered on a silver platter.
"Do you think he's really beyond South America. This seems pretty local to me." Which was why I continued to question why exactly I was on this mission.
Eleazar's eyes hardened and he lifted his glass.
"I know he does."
"Just trust me."
"Hey, if you're going to finance this thing that's fine. But I don't want to waste your or the Bureau's time."
"I just know okay?" He quirked an eyebrow at me. "But be careful of his connections."
"What do you mean?"
"His son, his lady. You don't want to fuck with that."
Little did he know.
"I'm serious. You get in and I'll take care of everything else."
"And how are you going to do that?"
"Just trust me." He tossed back the rest of his drink. "But don't get in too deep. Just bring him in and everything else will fall into place."
My eyes shot open as I recalled my dream, so similar to my thoughts earlier in the night. I could hear Bella's even breath next to me and see the darkness around me. It must have been only the middle of the night. But I had awoken more than once due to my dreams and memories of prior missions.
The most recent one intrigued me. It was a memory of a conversation I had with Eleazar. He nearly bankrolled our entire Brazil mission, or at least funneled cash for the FBI. But for some reason he had a personal stake in the mission. I never questioned it at the time, but now I wondered if there was something more to it.
I sat up and rubbed my hands down my face as I thought about my dream. I knew I wasn't going to get back to sleep any time soon. The kids were in their rooms as well and my parents were in the guest room. I made sure everyone was in our home once we were back. Our house was chaos once we returned, Emmett and Garret and a number of other FBI members. Discussions turned into late night planning for witness protection, options for staying, options for going, until everyone had enough and we decided to just add extra security and stay put for a few weeks.
Bella was planning to work from home as much as she could and possibly take another leave of absence, even though she had just returned to work. My parents recommended the option of having sheBella her and the kids come stay with them in the Hamptons, but I didn't want them apart from me. The entire thing was a mess. Did we need to provide protection for my family, Bella's family? I wasn't sure, but we did it anyway.
Bella was asleep, so I rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair of sleep pants before climbing up to the attic. The DNA scan quickly took my sample and the door opened with a thud a minute later. Blinking screens lit up the room showing camera views from around our home and up and down the street. I decided to look back through some footage from the last couple of days, to see if anything was suspicious or out of the ordinary.
As I flicked through the camera footage, I couldn't help but think about the impact of the night's events. Obviously someone wanted me dead. I knew I was the target, and my family was only a way to get to me.
The footage flashed across the screens, nothing in particular popping out at me.
Neighbors walking their dogs.
Taxis at non-descript times, dropping off drunken housewives or overworked bankers.
A man going out for a smoke.
My eyes scanned back through footage from 11:01 P.M. The man smoking the cigarette looked out of place. Everyone in our neighborhood went on their back porches or patios to smoke. No one smoked on their front stoop in multimillion dollar townhomes on the Upper East Side.
I quickly went back through the footage from the previous week, and he was there. Every night at the same time. Yet he was standing in a spot that was furthest from one of the cameras on the corner of our home and one of the city cameras. But he could still see our home clearly, while keeping his face in the shadows. I knew he wasn't one of ours. The unmarked cars were easy to spot when they went by. I immediately dismissed the possibility of it being one of my friends from the Bureau.
So who was he?
My eyes shot up as I looked to the doorway. Bella was standing there, sleep rumpled and yawning in one of my shirts.
"Hey." I murmured.
"What are you doing?"
"Just looking for...clues...anything."
"Find anything?" She asked as she walked toward me and settled in my lap.
"Maybe. Look at this." I quickly showed her the footage and she was suspicious as well.
"What could he be looking for at that time of night? It's not like we're usually up then, or if we are, we're in our room?" Bella questioned.
"I don't know. But tomorrow night I'm going to find out."
Bella sucked in a breath and I knew what she was thinking. We were silent for a moment as we stared at the screen. My fingers moved up and down her back. I couldn't decide how to feel about the night. I was numb in a lot of ways. We had been worried when we left the scene and hurried home to my parents and Eric and Lucy. The FBI had transported them to our house and we currently had a 24 hour watch out front.
But it was like I removed myself from the situation. Rather than panicking and thinking about the possibility of losing my family—which I simply couldn't face. Instead, I was detached, calculating the ways I would get back at them.
Whoever "them" was.
I could feel myself slipping into a frame of mind the "old me" had. I was becoming "him" again. Yet this time it didn't bother me. Somewhere in the midst of turning our car into the path of a Brinks truck and slamming that fucker's head against the car door, I welcomed it back.
I didn't care what it took. I was going to find whoever was at the bottom of this.
"Come back to bed, Edward." Bella brushed her hands through my hair with a sigh and kissed my temple.
I nodded as I shut down the screens I had open.
Tomorrow night I would be out there. Watching and waiting.
For the night I would return to my wife and my bed and try to let sleep claim me. Although I knew it never would.
"Agent Cullen?" I answered through a mouthful of eggs. My mother and father glanced at me as I walked out of the kitchen.
"Uh...Cullen. It's Biers."
"Biers." I paused as I glanced back. Bella was busy with the kids, but looked up then as well. "Can I help you with something?"
"Well...yeah...look, it's just. I heard about you and your family."
The door to the study swung shut behind me as I settled in against my desk. "Yeah."
"Well, yeah, I was just wondering if there's anything I can do?"
I bristled, unsure of his angle. He was an agent, so I knew I should trust him. Problem was, I didn't really trust anyone outside of my very tight circle anymore.
My delay must have been longer than I thought, becuase I heard him take a deep breath over the phone. "Look, I know you have no reason to trust me. But I've got nothing but this job and you're one of the only people to ever give me the time of day except..."
"Captain Swan." I interjected and I heard him gasp.
"Yeah. How did you?"
"I do my research Biers. It's a good rule of thumb." I paused, "but I'll tell you what. I could use your help with something tonight. And if Charlie trusts you, well, then so do I."
I quickly mentioned my plan to confront the man who was stalking our building. Biers was going to be a decoy. I was planning to leave early in the evening under the guise of going for food. Then I was going to lose any potential tail I might have, meet up with Biers and switch outfits. I would then slip out the back later and confront the man.
After Biers and I said good-bye, I made antoerh phone call that I had been considering all morning.
"Senor! What a pleasant surprise?"
I chuckled wryly because he more than likely knew I would be calling.
"You can't tell me you haven't heard, Eleazar?"
He hummed and I could almost hear his mind working. "Yes, and if I know you, you've already planned out the demise of every person involved including their dogs, their cats and their second cousins. Am I right?"
I chuckled again, because he wasn't far off the mark. "Of course not, that's extreme, only first cousins Eleazar."
"Ah, yes...so what do you need Edward."
"We need to talk...about Brazil."
Silence met me from the other end of the phone.
"Everything I know should be in your briefing papers."
"I think you know what I'm getting at Eleazar..." I pressed. Whatever his connection was with that mission, he wouldn't let me in on it. He never had.
"I don't think that's a good idea. "
"Eleazar..." I sighed, not usually one to plead. "This isn't just some mission this time. This is about my family. They're...they're everything to me. And if I can't figure this out..."
He sighed, something I was saying was getting through to him. "I'll have to come to you. And it will have to be in secret. We can't appear to be any more than social acquaintances. It's not unusual, given our social histories. But it can't appear to be any more than that."
"That's fine. We can use FBI channels."
"Good. I'll get back to you."
The call ended and I stared at the screen. Usually Eleazar was very lighthearted, but something about the end of our conversation was strange. He closed off, and fast.
"Everything okay?" Bella's voice cut through my thoughts and I looked up. Lucy was on her hip, a gurgly smile on her face and I held out my hands.
"Come here baby girl." I pulled her into my chest and kissed her furry head.
Everything wasn't all right. I wasn't sure if it would be again.
I had to make it be.
"Yeah." I finally said, pulling Bella over to me as well. She leaned into my side as Lucy looked up at me with her dark eyes and rosebud lips like her mother's. "Or at least it's going to be."
"I'm on your ten o'clock." Emmett garbled in my ear. He knew I couldn't respond verbally, but I tapped my leg to let him know I could hear him.
My breath swept out and back as I half ran down the alley across the street from our house. Biers was already in our home, likely drinking coffee with my wife and my parents.
But I was on the hunt. I wanted to confront whoever was watching our home, watching us.
I rounded the corner a block from home and stayed in the shadows. No one else was on the street, but I could see one lone flicker from the butt of a cigarette.
My pace slowed as Emmett's voice steadied in my ear.
"Easy does it. I'm in the alley across from him now. He doesn't see you or sense you. Take it slow."
I tapped my leg again and eased up more as I approached. Quick and quiet. Two words I took to heart long ago in my training.
When I was ten feet away I saw him stiffen and I made my move. He was fast, but I was faster as I spun him around down the alley and threw his back against the wall. He tried to fight but I had his airway pressed and my glock digging into his ribs.
Grunts and scuffles sounded throughout the alley until he stilled.
And I met his eyes.
Then I stiffened myself.
The man from the beach.
"Who the fuck are you?"
He gave me a smirk and I tightened my hold on his neck. He choked and glared at me until I loosened my grip again. He of course couldn't talk if I kept my grip on him.
"Agent Cullen, so nice to see you again."
"How do you know me and why are you watching my family?"
"Let's just say I have a vested interest in you and your family."
I shoved him against the wall harder and he groaned.
"Do you always have to be such a brute. I'm not here to hurt you."
"The fuck you aren't. Why are you watching us?"
He thought about it for a moment until he sighed against me.
"I'm just making sure the only true remaining family of an old friend is kept safe."
The only true remaining family.
He had to work for Aro.
I squeezed his shirt and lowered my voice again.
"What does he want with us? I told him to stay away from us. And I swear to God if he doesn't..."
"Perhaps his motives aren't what you think."
"Oh I know exactly what his motives are. He wants control. He wants back in the game, and at anyone's cost. Well it's not going to be my family. You can tell him that." I snapped.
"I don't have to tell him anything."
I stilled and my eyes burned into his.
What was his angle? Aro? What did he want with us? Why did he send this man, the same one who tipped me off that he would be getting out of prison? I had no idea what it all meant, but I was going to get to the bottom of it.
If I had to go to the king himself, I would.
"Fine. Don't tell him. Just tell me this. Where is he?"
"What?" He looked perplexed. But I was sick of his attitude and I was sick of his thinking.
I pulled my glock up and pressed it against his temple.
"I said, where is he? And don't think that I can't find out from someone other than you, or that this will affect me in any way. I can take you out and make it something of self-defense. Sweep it under the rug. But you can save us all a lot of time if you just tell me where he is right fucking now."
He swallowed, considering what I said for a moment, before he nodded infantismally.
"The Park Central."
The Park Central wasn't far from my home, it wasn't far at all.
Without another word I dropped my gun from him and took off out of the alley.
"Cullen where the fuck are you going? You can't just turn your back on him!" Emmett growled in my ear.
"He's fine, he's not going to get me." I huffed as I broke out into a run and hailed a cab on Madison.
"Fuck." I heard Emmett until I shut the door and we were no longer in range.
"The Park Central." I shouted at the cabbie.
We were only about a mile and a half away so we were there in a heartbeat.
I jumped out of the cab and threw a $20 at him.
Thoughts that this was stupid, or reckless didn't cross my mind.
No, I was getting to the bottom of this.
I marched into the hotel, right to the front desk personnel.
"What room is Volturi staying in?" I demanded.
"I'm sorry Sir, who?" The startled woman looked at me fearfully.
"I said, where is that slimeball, you know the biggest gangster of 21st Century, staying?"
"Um, I can't give you that information Sir. I..."
"What the fuck ever." I stormed away from the now handful of employees who were trying to stop me. I pressed the buttons on the elevator at the bottom of the grand staircase and a security guard stepped beside me.
"Sir, do you have a room key?"
"I won't be staying long enough to need a room key," I said lowly.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't let you in here without a room key."
I turned and gave him a steely glare. "You want to see my room key?" I pulled out my Glock and my badge. "Here's my room key. How about you back the fuck off."
Just as the elevator dinged, I heard a commotion at the top of the grand marble staircase. I wouldn't have thought anything of it, except I heard his voice as one of the speakers.
Without another thought, I tore up the staircase. Self-preservation, tactical position, none of it mattered to me at the moment except coming face to face with Aro Volturi.
"I told you to stay away from my family." My voice boomed as I reached the top of the stairs.
He turned, looking over his shoulder as I raged, my hands clenching at my sides and his armed men watching me and twitching as well.
"You think you're above the law?" I seethed, inching forward. "You're nothing but scum. Just like my grandfather and the Dons before you. You hide behind your fancy hotels and your thugs and you're nothing but a thug yourself. A thug who came after the wrong fucking person this time."
"Agent Cullen." Aro turned to look at his men, requesting they stand down, though they still moved like a cloud along side him as he stepped forward. "It seems you're mistaken. I haven't done anything to you or your family. Why would I?"
I bristled, unsure what he meant. Was he taunting me? Surely he couldn't think that Bella or her father would want any sort of relationship with him. And he wasn't coming anywhere near Eric or Lucy. Over my dead body.
"I don't care what your motives are. I don't even care if you think you are entitled to something from me or my family. But you will do this. You will stay away from Bella and my children or so help me God I will end you."
"Edward!" I heard scrambling and voices at the bottom of the stairs as I stared into Volturi's black eyes. His men shifted beside him, ready to pounce. But we both just held our gazes.
Suddenly Emmett was between us and I was being pulled back by him and Garrett, while a few other agents came in as well.
Yet my eyes stayed locked on his.
"Maybe some things aren't always what they appear to be Agent Cullen." Volturi smirked at me and brushed off his Italian suit.
"Well I know a snake when I see one, and as far as I'm concerned, things are exactly what they seem here."
"Edward." Emmett warned in my ear, gripping my shirt harder.
"We'll see." Volturi snickered and turned to leave. I made a halfhearted attempt to follow and was immediately pulled back.
"What the fuck were you thinking? I've been covering your ass for weeks, getting you approval for secret ops and you go and do something like that to blow it all out of the water!" Garrett spat in my face and my jaw twitched in anger.
"You don't know what he's capable of." I countered.
"I know exactly what he's capable of, what they're all capable of!. I was there too remember. I've been undercover just as long as you Cullen and you better start acting like the agent you are, not some bullshit renegade Eliot Ness."
He stepped back and glared at me as I shifted on my feet.
Yes it was stupid to take off like that. Yes it was not becoming of an agent. But I didn't give a fuck anymore. The FBI may have gotten me so far, but I was nothing without my family. Nothing else mattered if I lost them.
"Let's get out of here." Emmett finally said, relieving some of the tension.
The unmarkeds met us at the entrance and I gave one final glance over my shoulder at Volturi's temporary palace. I was pissed as hell that he was out; I was even more pissed that he was living a life of luxury as though he never spent years in Levenworth. He was like fucking Capone, living in his high tower while people died senselessly in the streets.
The car squealed to a stop in front of our home and Garrett, Emmett and I quickly got out to go in while the other agents remained outside standing guard. I did learn in my haze of anger, that the informant I roughed up, Volturi's man, was taken to FBI headquarters for interrogation. Normally I wanted to do it myself but I needed to cool down and I would have my shot at him the next day as well. He would be detained for 48 hours minimum, even if it was just for loitering.
I followed the voices of my family to the kitchen and found my father, mother, Bella and Agent Biers around the breakfast bar. They were laughing about something, apparently something quite funny because Bella was wiping at her eyes.
"Everything must be fine here." My voice came out more clipped than I intended, but I didn't care. No one grasped the seriousness of the situation apparently.
"Edward." My mother admonished, but I turned for the study, motioning for Garrett and Emmett to follow me. I heard their hushed voices behind me but I didn't care
The door banged shut behind us and I slumped over my desk before slamming my fists against the top of it.
"Something is off here. I know Volturi is a part of this, but he wants me to think he's not. Why is that?"
"Diversionary tactic. Maybe he's setting up whoever is going to run the show or be the front man." Emmett offered.
"I'm not so sure." Garrett interrupted. "Edward, you know when you asked me to have the analysts go back and look at the accounts of CI and determine if their were any odd investors. We did. And we found a few of significant importance. They were cleared during the initial investigation because they all lost money—a lot of money. But what if they're losses weren't truly losses. What if they were payments?"
"For what? Hits?"
"Sure or other things." Garrett pulled out a file folder that he had in the towncar and set it on the desk. I think you'll find two of those names particularly interesting."
I glanced at the papers and swallowed as the names appeared before me.
"I'll be damned. I never would have guessed. Her father always seemed to be an upstanding businessman."
Rolf Whitney, Claire Whitney's father was the first to jump out at me. But then there was Bernard Mallory. My eyes continued to scan from bottom to top in question.
"How could this have been missed the first time?" I asked, still mulling over the potentials.
"There was no reason to cross check these. You know that. Unless a name that was a known suspect of the FBI came up, we would never cross reference these names." Garrett sighed.
"It looks like I need to make some housecalls."
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Emmett said. "I'm not so sure you should be the one to contact them, it might raise suspicions, and if they did know something, they could inform whoever is still working on their behalf."
I thought about it a bit before I shook my head "no." "It's got to be me, I'm the only one that has the most information here and I can read them. I've known these people for years."
"You'll have to disguise it as something else. Paying off bad debts for your grandfather or something." Garrett hummed.
I thought for a moment, still questioning one thing. "So you ran this cross check, yet you don't think Aro is back in the game now. Why?"
"I think someone else is running the show. I think these records reflect refleftreflect money that was paid to CI in the form of 'investments' and was then funneled and paid out to Volturi for whatever black market request back in the day. But we no longer have the CI-Volturi connection. And honestly, we've been tailing Volturi since he left prison and nothing indicates he's back in the game or even stayed in the game while he was in. I think he's done. I think he's passed it on to his boys or to someone else. I'm just not sure who. And now you might have fucked it all up by showing him just how closely we're following him." Garrett finished pointedly and I nodded my head.
I still didn't give a fuck. It felt good to confront Volturi.
"So whoever the new contact is, you think they might be hooked up with Miami and possibly Brazil."
"Maybe. But there are other organizations, you know that."
I nodded, mulling it all over when a thought occurred to me.
"Fuck." I muttered and quickly walked to the door. "Bella!" I yelled and began pacing in the hallway.
Bella rushed from the kitchen a look of both fear and anger on her face.
"Keep your voice down. The kids are asleep." She scolded.
I pulled her into the room and shut the door to resume my pacing. She looked at Garrett and Emmett, then me before crossing her arms and leaning against the door.
"Bella, do you know what the J, in J. Frederico's name stands for?"
She began to shake her head and we all sighed at the movement. But then she stiffened and put her hand to her head.
"What is it Liefje?" I walked over and placed my hand on her shoulder, turning her to look at me.
"My last conversation with Manuel. When I told him I wouldn't be meeting with Mr. Frederico, because I wasn't interested. He said the strangest thing to me."
"What was it?"
"He said, 'his gracious appreciates your time'. And I thought it odd to refer to someone as 'his gracious' as though he were a king or something. But maybe there's more to it." Bella surmised.
All three of us were quickly pulling out our phones and searching.
"What?" Bella asked, glancing between us.
"God is gracious. Do you know what name means that?"
"What? Who?" Bella pushed off the door and peered over my elbow.
And it's all starting to come together. Sorry for the delay and all that. Yeah, life. It just gets busy sometimes. Also, if you recognized the hotel scene, it's based off of the one in The Untouchables. Awesome movie.
Recs for reading:
Wow, I have so many this time so I will try to hit on a few different types
Down Home by MrsSpaceCowboy (sweet and a WIP)
The House of Glass by LuckyStar815 (drama but love it)
The Practicum by TheFicChick (so freaking awesome, love this one)
Stay by FictionFreak95
The Affair by johnnyboy7
Rise by Rochelle Allison
'Til next time.