Voices were far and fuzzy, but I could hear the bickering and yelling. I could also hear laughing, but the mistakeable smack on the face I could feel easily.
"Hey." Smack, smack, smack. "Wakey wakey." It was a girls voice. Not my mothers. Grams? Oh, god I was dead. Dad is going to be pissed! Crap!
"Edward? Hey, Buddy!" Smack, smack, smack.
I groaned and opened my eyes, squinting through the painful light.
"There he is."
I came face to face with the biggest, most freaking beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. "What the hell?" I asked.
Not surprisingly, a bellous, tinkering laugh filtered through my ears. "So, this is where wewe were going for the weekend?" She asked. "Do wewe always get easily distracted?"
"No." I hissed from the pain in my side when I tried to lift my head. "What happened?"
"You got shot in the side. Right when I shot the big guy behind you."
"What the hell are wewe doing in a mob?" I tried to sit up again. "Wanna' help?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She rolled her eyes but help anyway. "Thanks." I told her.
"My father. I grew up like this. There wasn't a way in hell he was going into anything without me. The siku I turned 14 I shot and killed a man." She sighed. "Happy birthday to me."
"They don't count unless they are grown men." I looked down and noticed I was shirtless. "Damn. That was my inayopendelewa shirt."
"I sent it to our cleaner. He can get anything out. Even blood. Without any questions. And that man was 240 pounds. 50 of it was muscle."
"Well, I'll be damned." I smirked. "So am I going to get my tarehe now au what?"
"Sorry, Masen. I'm on a business trip." She smiled and stood from her chair.
"Not anymore. Right?"
"No." She sighed and slipped off her jacket. She was wearing a midnight blue short-sleeved shati with MOB written in thick black letter across her breast. It was cut at the neck inaonyesha just enought cleaveage to make me want more. "Turns out, Eli had a partner in crime. His name is James Hunter. He has a wife, Victoria and a 4 mwaka old daughter Kathlyn. He ran."
"So what now?" I asked, watching as her eyes trailed down my naked torso. HEr eyes shot back up to mine and I had to hide my smirk.
She bit her bottom lip and I held back a groan. "We wait."
"Like...here?"
"Yep. Until we find him, kill him, and send his batered wife and scared daughter back to the states." I could see a flash of pain in her eyes. "What punda hole, beats their wife, and scares his kid so much she doesn't even talk. She four and she won't talk." Aparently, kids hit a nerve.
"We'll get him." I promised.
She nodded. "We need to clean your wound. It's probably hurting right now."
"Like hell." I nodded.
"Luckly, it didn't go straight through au hit anything major. And it was clean, so I cut it out." She turned around and walked to the cabnits.
"You. wewe cut it out?"
"I'm not some helpless, weak, little girl, Masen." She smiled and doused a white clothe in alcohol and laid out clean gauze and tabe. "This is going to hurt like a bitch."
She ripped off the gauze, earning a grunt from me. Thank god I didn't have hair there. I looked down a saw it with 6 clean stitches. "You stitched it?"
She looked up at me with a small, cute smile and went back to business with my wound. She held the clothe on it, then whipe it down easily, all the while I was muttering a string of curse words.
"There." She tossed the wrag in the sink and recovered the stitches. "No, strainious movents. wewe will rip your stitches, and it will reopen your wound, or, since the stitches are real thread, it will rip your skin."
"Thanks, nurse." I smiled.
She rolled her eyes but giggled. "You hungry?"
"Starved."
"Everyone else already ate and went their seperate ways. They had and argument about how to find James. Looks like it's just wewe and me kid."
"Ah." I rubbed my hands together, following her to where their was a kitanda and a coffee meza, jedwali with two to-go plates sitting on the glass. The flat screen was on some news channel. "So I am getting my date."
"It's not a date, Masen." She growled.
"Okay. What ever wewe say."
We both ate in peace, scarfing down our food, paying no attention to the other until we were done. "So, where are we?" I looked around.
"My suit." She looked around herself. "Um, she bit her lip again. "Your dad alisema to stay here tonight. So I could keep an eyes on your wound for any infection. He dropped off your bag." She nodded kwa the door. "I'm going to take a shower." She stood up and threw me the remote. "Help yourself."
I watched her walk back into the bedroom and close the door, repositioning myself when she was gone. What was it about that brown eyed, snarky, sute, beautiful, off-limits, Itailin girl?

Bella P.O.V

I washed away all the dirt, aches, and confusion down the drain. There was something about Edward Masen, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't his body. though it was amazingly trimed, chissled, and smooth, it wasn't the first of it's kind I had seen. Maybe it was his eyes. The sea-fome green eyes that I could dround in if I didn't tred. au his strong, finely cut jaw that always held that five o'clock shadow. au his hair that looked so soft, and lush and stood everywhere. His crooked smile did wicked things to me too. But I'm not sure that's what it was.
There was something about the way he carried himself. The was he looked holding a gun, shooting a killing with every shot he made, even when he wasn't looking au aiming. The way he looked in the button up shati and black patashika, longi just to kill. The way he looked when he was laying on the meza, jedwali after I stiched up his side, all glistening with sweat, his face so relaxed. And it didn't help that he was damn sexy. And off-limits

I shut off the water and wrapped a white fluffy towel under my arms. I ran a comb through my hair, flibbed it over and crunched it with my fingers then flipped it back over. I brushed my teeth, and when I was done I opened the door, walking smack dab into a hard, still bare chest.

"Woah." Edward's voice floated down to me. He grabed my arms to keep me from falling. "Sorry. I was actually comming to knock."
"It's okay." I breath out. He let go of my arms. "Thanks."
I walked around him and waited until I heard the water turn on to drop my towel and dress. I let my thoughts drif to what my mother would be doing right now. Probably reading. My father would be watching the news. Emmett..snoring up a storm. Seth, probably talking to Claire, back home. Edward was probably-WOAH! No. No, Bella, wewe can't think like that. He's Irish. Big, no.

The water turned off and I crawled into bed, listening to Edward songesha around. The door opened and light streamed into the room and I quickly closed my eyes. I heard his footsteps toward the door and his eyes on me for a moment, before he finally closed the door. The televisheni turned off and the suit went quiet. I sighed and setteled into the covers. This was going to be the hardest mission I had ever been on. Thank you, Edward Masen.

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