Five

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Previously:

I love you, too.”  He leaned down to kiss me just as my front door opened from the inside.

“What the fuck, Bella!”
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Chapter Five - It’s just the Same ol’ Song and Dance
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Bella’s front door opened and I swear, I nearly pissed myself laughing.  Standing there holding a Louisville Slugger, wearing nothing but a pair of worn cutoffs and a scowl, was the skinniest kid I had ever seen.  He didn’t look more than 18 or 19, and he looked pissed.

Jacob Black

He’d probably come to my shoulders, if he was lucky. 

Messy black hair and eyes to match, and he was dark, really dark, and he stood there looking at me like he wanted to tear my head off.

He had that slugger raised and pointed right at my head.

“What did you do to her?”  He growled.

What the hell?  Who the fuck was this guy.  Well… boy or not he was fixin’ to have my boot up his ass.

I looked to Bella; for some kind of conformation that she knew this asshole before I put a hole the size of Emmett’s fist threw his head.

The kid was angry, but he wasn’t smart.  The whole time he’d been lookin’ over Bella and glaring at me, he never paid attention to the hand that slipped under my coat for the .45 I had holstered under my arm.  I could have had it out and him dead faster than he could say ‘fuck me’. 

Too bad he didn’t seem to know that.

Bella’s face was tightened into the angriest glare I had seen to date, she didn’t even look this pissed this morning, dealing with Rosalie.

“Jacob Black, don’t you know better than to physically threaten people when you’re carrying a bat to a gun fight?” 

Then she giggled.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you gave me a fucking heart attack.  Where the fuck you been?”  Jacob - I guess - asked, dropping the bat immediately but not his eyes from me.

He opened his arms to her, and she hugged him.  I had to bite back the jealous angry noise that was working its way passed my lips.

Yeah, so I’m a possessive bastard.  You would be too if you had to wait four years for the girl you loved.

Six and a half, if you wanna get technical.

Then my rational mind rejoined the rat race;  Jacob Black, where had I heard that name before… then it hit me.

“You’re Seth’s brother.”  I really didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?”  he barked out, his eyes narrowing more every second. 

My hand instinctively sought out the snap that held my weapon in place and gripped the butt of the gun tightly.

But the stupid fucker didn’t stop there. 

“You another one of James’ pussy Irish fagots?”  Jacob asked me as his first genuine smile graced him lips. 

That one would kill me, had he the chance.

I growled, and started to remove metal from leather, but a delicate hand on mine halted my movements.  My eyes searched her face and her eyes were sorrowful and pleading; they were begging me to spare him.

I nodded.

Once.

One chance.  That was all he got.

Bella whirled back around, and I’ll admit, as a man I was a tiny bit afraid of Bella when she got like this, not because she was some badass woman, but because she was so fucking unpredictable, there was no staying ahead of her.

It was then that I realized that Bella’s hand was on my gun, and before I could move she had it drawn, weapons free, and aimed at Jacob Black’s head.

Like I said. 

Unpredictable.

“What the-”  Black choked out.

“Shut up!”  Bella snarled. 

 

Jacob threw his hands in the air, and it all looked like a bad episode of cops. 

Bella chanced a side-ways glance at me but never removing her eyes from her target, then she smirked and turned back to the shaking wop in front of me.

“Jacob, I love you, I really do, but leave him alone or I’ll blow your fucking head off.”  Bella was cool as a cucumber as she informed him of the possibility of losing his head. 

And I’ll be damned if my dick didn’t get hard. 

My little woman was defending me.  Kitten was protecting her friend as well, she knew I wouldn’t  hesitate to pull the trigger, but it was sexy as hell all the same.

“But, Bella-”  Jacob tried to whine.

“No,”  she shook her head, cutting him off, pushing steel barrel further into his temple.  Jacob was truly frightened now, you could see it in his eyes, and that told me he didn’t really know shit about Bella, or he’d know she was capable of this.

I mean… FUCK!  Her father was- no is one of the best cleaner in the entirety if the United States and Europe, and yes, he trained her to handle a firearm, she was a fucking good shot, too. 

Lost a hundred bucks the year after her graduation.

Emmett and I foolishly bet her that she couldn’t pull off the Annie Oakley “mirror” shot from 45 feet.  Of, course we were thinking that Bella only knew how to handle pistols. 

Boy, were we wrong.  Not only did that little shit take a hundred bucks off both of us, but she never let us live it down, either.

Little bitch.