A Path To Forgiveness

Summery
Sequel to Italian Swans and Irish Guns.  Is the path to forgiveness really that easy?  Does it really free the spirit or do some hurts just run to deep?  


Rated: Mature - Romance/Crime - Chapters: 3 - Jasper/Bella/Dark Emmett

 ~ Teaser ~

Chapter Three
Fight Back
~ Emmett~

Edward douche-bag Cullen.

What the fuck he wanted, I didn’t know.  I didn’t care anymore, either.  He was just lucky I didn’t kill him where he stood.  Whether Jasper and Bella… oh god, my Bella…

I couldn’t forgive him, I would never forgive him.  In my eyes he was just as bad as Jasper or worse… neither of these men deserved her, they had both hurt her.  One tore her down, down to the lowest low and the other… her fucking own husband, damn near got her killed because he thought Bella couldn’t even handle hearing some bad news. 

It was a struggle at first, for my feet to find purchase and not fall over.  I was tired, sore and so very ill.  I paid very little mind to the faggot in loafers as I wobbled up the stairs, by passing my bedroom and heading for the one place I wanted to be. 

It still smelled like her; soft and pure.  I wanted to drown in it, to curl up in her clothes like I had done when she left the first time and never come up for air.

Without anymore strength to carry me, I wind up across Bella’s bed with her nightshirt as a pillow.  I would maim, mutilate and kill anyone dumb enough to pry this garment from my hand.  It’s all of her I had left and it would leave my hands over my dead fucking body.

It was only a few seconds before Edward followed me.  I knew he would.  Edward was far too much a drama queen to let me brush him off, especially if he genuinely wanted to say something, but several minutes passed and yet he said nothing.

“What the fuck do you want, Edward?”  Still he says nothing and I am growing impatient.  “Listen you little shit, say what you want or get the fuck out, don’t be so stupid as to think I won’t fucking shoot you.” 

He laughs.

Well, of course he laughs.  This is, after all, fuck up Emmett’s life day, might as well shit on me and get a good laugh while they’re at it.

I can practically hear the mother of all smirks as it crests his pretty goddamned face.  “I’m here to help you.”   

“Yeah, I know mom called you.”  I replied dryly, still wondering what the fuck it was that he could possibly want, other than to torment a man already dying on the inside. 

I cracked an eyes, and yes the bastard was smirking.  Most likely at the pain on my face.  “She did,”  He says casually as he sit at the end of the bed.  “But I doubt what I have planned for helping you is not what she had in mind.” 

That grabbed my attention, thoroughly.

“So what? You gonna fix me big brother.”  I ask him with a sarcastic snicker.

“No.”

“No?”

He smiles this time, genuinely, his who face radiates malicious intent.  “No.  I’m going to help you…”  yeah, I already got that part.  “get Bella.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”  I blurt, nearly spluttering all over myself as I bolt upright.  “Did Jasper hit you on the head one too many times?”

There’s a flash of anger in his eyes that slips before he can squash it, and I finally understood. Ah, same old Edward, still Hell-bent on revenge. This wasn’t about Bella to him, he just couldn’t stand the thought of Whitlock besting him at anything.  Which was fan-fucking-tastic if you ask me. It didn’t stop me from being interested though, if I played my cards right, I might just get the girl of my dreams and get Edward and Jasper excommunicated.

“No.”  Edward grunted.  “Do you want my help or not?”

Did I want his help?

If I said yes, I would be going against everything I had ever believed was right. 

I would be betraying the family.  My father.  My brothers. 

But Bean was worth it.

So instead of paying attention to the knot in my stomach that was telling me, repeatedly, that this was a huge mistake, I asked.  “What did you have in mind?” 

Fuck, was I losing it?

Was my obsession - no, not obsession.  Love.  Was my love for Bella so strong that I would see both my brothers in the hangman’s nose?   The answer was an easy yes.

Edward smiled that diabolical smile and told me to sleep, that we would discuss things later.  Which was code for: Not while the parents were listening… which I had no doubt that they were.

Edward left not long after.  He didn’t have to stay in the first place, it wasn’t like I was gonna slit my wrists or some dramatic shit like that.  Besides, I was pretty sure I’d already filled my quota for dramatics for today.  Now I just wanted to rest.  But Edward had to make this look good. 

Whispering in the hall directly after he left confirmed any suspicions that I might have had about Mom listening at the door.  She was.  I overheard Edward telling her to leave me for the night, that I was already sleeping.  Thank fuck.  I didn’t want to see her right now, I’m not sure my conscience could handle it. 

It would break her heart if she ever found out just how far I was willing to go to get what I wanted.  I guess that what the world was about anyway, greed. 

I’ve heard my whole life that to covet is a sin.  If that was the case, I’d burn in Hell for all eternity, but Bella was worth it.  I would suffer years of burning for just one kiss from those luscious pink lips.  I cut of my own limbs for one taste of her pussy.  I’d castrate myself just for one chance to fill her, to show her what fucking a real man was like. 

But I couldn’t think about that now.

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