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Intensity Forty-four

Bella's POV

My father looked into the conditions of Johnny Lahote's release as soon as we returned to Forks. They finagled it between Paul and him, so he wasn't released to the halfway house he had been scheduled to live at. There was an excellent reason for this. The halfway house Johnny was initially due to live at was notorious for having negligent oversight and producing repeat offenders. Instead, my father placed Johnny in a private rehabilitation center where he would receive much-needed counseling and tutoring for his GED test. Most importantly, he would participate in a comprehensive skills training program, eventually enabling a seamless transition into society.

The rehabilitation center also allowed him to access necessary dental and health care because I pointed out that if he didn't get his teeth fixed, he wouldn't be able to eat solid food in a few years due to all of his missing teeth.

Additionally, my father arranged it so Johnny's so-called 'friend,' Travis Johnson, was denied access to him. In fact, information on his release was restricted to only a few people, and Johnson wasn't one of them. Daddy was pretty sure that the shady cop had something up his sleeve, and it was connected somehow to Tony Fuller.

All of this, of course, was being funded by Paul. I asked him why he wanted to do this for a man who did nothing in terms of raising him but instead abused him physically and psychologically throughout his childhood. He replied that after hearing Johnny's story, he realized he could have easily gone in that direction. Instead, he was surrounded by great mentors throughout the reservation who instilled morals and values in him while keeping him safe from people like Tony Fuller and Travis Johnson. He wanted to provide Johnny with a chance at redemption, except this time, he would be in a positive, structured environment.

In any case, Johnny Lahote was released to Charlie and Seth. They were delivering him to his new residence this morning. It was located quite a distance away from the Olympic Peninsula, so they were taking our plane. Hopefully, Paul's father would redeem himself for his own sake and for Paul's.

We were still in La Push, having promised my father we'd stick around for a few days. However, neither of us wanted to stay in the same house as a crying baby, much as we loved little Geoffrey, so we were staying at the Oceanside Resort.

Paul was out with Collin and Jacob doing God only knows what. Quil was with them, too. He and Rachel were visiting their families for the holidays. Leah wasn't with them because she had traveled to Arizona with the kids, where Eric worked with Jeff on the Fuller case.

Since the reservation was unsafe, I could not roam around alone with both Fuller and Johnson running around. The same rule held true for all the imprints and children of the pack in the Forks and La Push area. Therefore, we were to be in pairs at all times.

I was currently having lunch with Linda and Rachel in Port Angeles. We were seated in the corner booth of a little restaurant that served pub fare. I liked this place because the booths had tall seat backs and frosted glass panels separating each table, meaning we didn't have to see the faces of the neighboring parties.

Linda had just finished telling us about how Jacob's kids were adjusting well to having Tawny as a mother. Apparently, their new stepmother was hands-on and involved in every aspect of the kids' lives. She had each of the children enrolled in extra-curricular activities and was keen on showing them the world outside of La Push. Currently, Tawny and the children were on a three-day excursion in Seattle, where they were visiting various museums and the aquarium.

That's great! I'm so happy the children finally have a mother they can depend on." I meant what I said, too. Jake's kids were all very solemn and severe. Previously, they weren't allowed to just be kids, and they lived in fear of Angela striking them at any given time or place.

"Are they receiving counseling?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, but they were able to cut the frequency down to once a month. I have a feeling that after another month or two, the kids will be able to stop altogether."

"Oh, I'm so happy for them! I was worried about the kids—especially about Sarah." Rachel felt guilty about not recognizing the signs of abuse in her nieces and nephews. I told her that they were easy signs to miss, but she still blamed herself for it.

"So, I have news," Linda stated abruptly. Her eyes were glittering with excitement, and she looked like she was about to bounce out of her seat.

Rachel and I turned to her curiously.

"I am starting classes at Peninsula in January!"

"Congratulations!" Rachel and I both cheered. Linda had previously confessed how she had to give up college because she had children at such a young age and because Angela discouraged her from going, stating her job was to support her wolf and have young pups. I knew the truth, though. Angela didn't want anyone to get ahead in life if she couldn't do the same.

"Are you excited?" I asked.

"Yes! My parents are footing the bill. My college fund is still intact. They were just waiting for me to make the decision to go. After talking to my big brothers, I decided to start living for me instead of always living for Collin and the kids. I've been feeling unaccomplished for a long time as if I threw my dreams away. Anyway, I said enough is enough—I need to stop wallowing in self-pity and start living.

I talked to Collin, and he surprised me by saying that he wondered when I would bring up college. He encouraged me to go and fulfill my dreams and told me he was proud of me. I asked him if he wanted to attend with me, and he declined, stating college just wasn't his thing. He did, however, inform me that Jake and he would be taking classes to advance some of their skills in automotive technology. They are both master technicians, but they need to take continuing education courses to keep up with the ever-changing technology. Apparently, there's a one-week class in Spokane in February. They'll be shutting down the shop to attend. I'll be moving in with my parents during that time if the Fuller situation isn't taken care of by then."

"What about Tawny," I asked.

"Oh, they'll be fine. Billy's house is currently being expanded and renovated so they can move in with him. Jake and Tawny are footing the bill, and they're taking a page out of Paul's book and paying some guys on the reservation to do the work."

"That's fantastic! How does Billy feel about all this?"

"It was his idea. The kids mentioned how they got the heebie-jeebies whenever they walked into the living room or the kitchen because they had lingering memories of Angela hitting them or yelling at them. They also didn't like their rooms because that's where they were confined to most of the time."

"Ooh! If I could get my hands on that bitch, I'd hurl her into the ocean and let the sharks have at her!" Rachel griped.

"I have a feeling she'll get what's coming to her sooner rather than later." I truly believed my words. Rachel and Linda didn't know that Tony Fuller's days as a free man were numbered. His crimes against society were so extensive that there was a good chance he would be imprisoned for life. Frankly, his crimes against his wife alone would warrant a good, extended stay in prison now. Still, they needed to find evidence against him for his white-collar crimes against the tribe. Eric and Jeff were working hard, and I had no doubt that he would be put away for good. Angela had put her faith in the wrong man, and it served her right for the harm she inflicted upon her children.

We were done with lunch and had already taken care of the check when the hostess seated people in the booth behind us. We couldn't see them, but we instantly knew who they were because we heard their voices as they walked in. It was Angela Weber and Tony Fuller.

I held two fingers up to my lips. Rachel and Linda both nodded that they understood. I took my cell phone out and recorded the conversation.

"So, has Brenda come home yet?" Angela asked.

"No, and I have no idea where she is. The bitch has disappeared off the face of the earth."

"Is it possible she went to Brady's house in Arizona?"

"Why would she do that? She has no idea where Brady lives. Hell! I have no idea where Brady lives."

"That's a good point. Hopefully, your wife will come back to La Push so you can serve her the divorce papers."

"I hope so, too, my love."

"Honestly, Tony, I can't believe she ran off after you told her. That woman will do anything to avoid you divorcing her, won't she? Well, she needs to face the truth. You and I are meant to be together."

There was a pause as they placed their orders with the waitress. As soon as she left, they began speaking again.

"How is our little lovechild doing?"

"Oh, she is kicking up a storm. She's probably hungry."

"She's a Fuller. She's going to have an appetite. She won't be pathetic like your other kids."

"Obviously, this baby will be perfect. I didn't want those other brats. I wouldn't have been with Jacob if it weren't for the stupid imprinting. He should have been with that Bella Swan. He wanted her, not me. It would have served her right. I can't believe she snagged Paul Lahote after he became a millionaire."

"Well, Lahote can keep the bitch. As for Black, he doesn't want her now. He's with his new wife—the lawyer. Clearly, he hit on her while she was working on the divorce case. I didn't think Black had it in him."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, my blossom. I only meant I'm surprised your ex-husband hooked up so soon with a new woman."

"At least he made an honest woman out of her," Angela pointed out.

"Darling, I want us to be married, too. I've told you so. It's just that my bitch wife has pulled a disappearing act." As the waitress approached the table and dropped off their drinks, there was a pause. "How do you like the new house?"

"Oh, Tony, I love it, but I need you with me. It's lonely living all alone in the big city without you. Plus, it's a foreign country."

"Angela, Canada is practically a part of America. Anyway, did you open the bank account like I told you to?"

"I did."


"Did you rent the safety deposit box?"

"I did."

"Excellent. I want you to put this in there. Put it in your purse now."

"A flash drive? That can't be important."

My jaw dropped, and so did Rachel and Linda's.

"Yes, it's a flash drive—a crucial flash drive. If it were lost, we'd risk losing everything. You're to go straight to the bank tomorrow morning and put it directly in the safety deposit box. Is that understood?"

"Yes, of course." And then Angela let out an audible sigh. "Tony, I can't stand living alone in Vancouver. When are you going to come home to me?"

"Soon, my angel. As soon as I take care of a few odds and ends. I also need Brenda to sign the divorce papers."

"Well, find the bitch!" Angela snapped. "I want the divorce before the baby is born in February. Is that understood?"

"Shh… Shh… Calm down, Angela. You know I love you and our child. We're going to be a family—a rich and wealthy family."

"Wealthier than the Lahotes?"

"Oh, don't worry about them. I'll make sure the arrogant prick and his wife are brought down to the level they should be at. Johnny Lahote is being released from jail today, but it'll be no time at all before he does something stupid again—I'll make sure of it. The scandal will be one for the history books. After that happens, Lahote and his wife won't be able to hold their heads up high in public."

"Good! I'm sick of playing second fiddle to Bella Swan. She doesn't deserve all she has, and she always gets the rich guys. All the guys wanted her as soon as she walked into Forks High School. She got Edward Cullen—the richest, most handsome guy in school, and as if to gloat, even more, she got Paul Lahote, after he became rich and fabulous."

"Don't worry, Travis always comes through," Tony assured. "Bella Lahote won't be an issue after he's done with her."

We all turned to each other with wide eyes. Their conversation paused when the waitress brought their food. Tony asked the waitress not to disturb them until he called for her. Meanwhile, the three of us sat in silence and pondered what we'd heard.

"Tony, about the house."

"Yes, my dove."

"I need money to furnish it."

"More? I just gave you a hundred grand and five-hundred grand before that."

"Fine! I'll just put it on the credit card," Angela snapped.

"No, love, you're right. I'll give you cash. In fact, we'll go straight to the bank as soon as we're done with lunch. How does that sound?"


"You're not to use the credit card. Is that understood? I want your word."

"Yes, Tony," Angela replied obediently.

We heard some rustling and shifting behind us. "Ooh, what are you doing to me, you naughty kitty?" Tony asked.

"Just a little reward because you're so sweet to me."

I cringed. I glanced at my two friends to see Rachel with her fist in her mouth and Linda with her eyes squeezed shut. She had a thoroughly disgusted look on her face.

"More, Angela. Pump it faster," Tony gasped. "Oh, oh, oh! Go a little slower now." We heard heavy breathing and the sound of panting.

"You want me, Tony. Say it. Say that you want me. Tell me what you're going to do to me when we go to the hotel."

"I want you, my queen. I'm going to eat you out and bite your thigh, and then I'm going to fuck you from behind until you come."

I was pretty sure I was going to vomit in my mouth. Paul had told me about their vampire fetish, but damn… hearing it live was just repulsive. I'm pretty sure my friends were disgusted, too. Rachel mouthed, "Gross!" which is precisely how we all felt.

"I make you feel good, don't I? You love it when I touch you. You want me to suck you off later, don't you?"

"Yesss…." He hissed. "You are my vampire queen, Angela. That's a good pace. Rub some of my pre-cum on my cock. That's it," Tony instructed. We heard a short, slick back and forth rhythmic pace being set and more heavy breathing.

After a couple of minutes, we heard Tony ragged panting. "I'm almost there. Keep going. Don't stop!" And then we heard him groan out his orgasm.

My eyes widened. That was a quick orgasm—most guys last way longer. That must have lasted for a grand total of two minutes, if that. I blinked a few times and then turned to my friends, who both shrugged in response.

"Pass me your napkin, Tony. I need to wipe my hand," Angela requested.

The three of us turned to each other with looks of shock and disgust. I had a sudden urge to throw the nasty couple a pack of wet wipes and a bottle of hand sanitizer.

Linda pointed to the door behind me. We quickly grabbed our purses and left the restaurant through the back door.

We didn't say a word to each other until we were in Linda's SUV, which we ran to. We piled inside. Rachel rode shotgun, and I took the backseat.

"We are never eating at that restaurant again!" I declared.

"No shit! I did not need to overhear that last part. It was gross. Who the hell jerks someone off in the middle of a restaurant? They weren't even done with their meals!"

"And that dirty talk was just plain disgusting!" Rachel pointed out. "Hit the fucking liquor store, Linda. I need to get drunk."

"Definitely!" I agreed. I needed several shots of whiskey to clear my mind of that crap.

"I'm making margaritas," Linda declared.

Or margaritas will do, too.

"Mmm… Margaritas sound perfect. We should make tacos for dinner," Rachel suggested.

"We just had lunch," I reminded her.

"I know, but I'm thinking ahead. We need chips and salsa, too."

"Ooh! We should make those frozen mango margaritas we had at the Mexican restaurant in Phoenix."

"That's a good idea, Bella. Let's get fruit, all sorts of fruit. We'll have fruity margaritas!"

"Fuck it! I'm just going to drive to the Costco in Sequim so we can buy supplies," Linda decided. She turned the vehicle around.

The three of us chatted about this and that, went shopping and headed back to Linda's house to cook and get drunk. It was a nice change to unwind with friends, but I needed to talk to Paul. The conversation the three of us overheard was serious—especially since Fuller was attempting to involve us.

Paul's POV

I received confirmation from Charlie that Johnny Lahote had been successfully transported to the private rehabilitation facility where he would begin rebuilding his life. I wanted to give my birth father an opportunity to succeed. After hearing his story, I realized that where he had absolutely no support, I had an abundance of adult mentors on the reservation who taught me right from wrong. I was willing to provide that support in the form of a strict program that would give him the necessary tools to become an honorable, functioning member of society.

This afternoon, Quil and I got together with Collin and Jacob. Seth was with Charlie delivering my father to the rehabilitation facility. I let them take my plane. The facility was far enough away that they would not be home until late tonight. We didn't do anything special; we simply had lunch at Sully's for lunch during Collin and Jacob's break. We then went to Billy's house, where Quil and I installed a new light fixture in his room for him. Jake had asked us if we could do it because he had been meaning to but had been so tied up with work, he hadn't had the time. We were happy to help out.

After installing the light fixture, Quil and I headed to the tribal store where Old Quil put us to work, bringing some heavy boxes down from some high shelves for him. He was getting older, and it was hard on his body to lift heavy boxes. We even stocked shelves in the store for him. He was highly appreciative and even offered to pay us fifty dollars each for the help. We, of course, declined.

After assisting at the tribal store, we headed to Collin's house, where, according to a text message from our wives, we were having dinner. We arrived at the same time Jake and Collin did. We walked into the house to find Linda and Rachel three sheets to the wind, hooting and hollering while watching a bunch of male strippers on TV.

Collin switched the television off. Linda turned it back on. "Don't fuck with Magic Mike! After the crap we had to go through this afternoon, we deserve hot, naked men!"

"Yeah!" Rachel agreed. "I need more brain bleach, bartender."

My wife was in the kitchen manning the blender and the stove. "What flavor do you want this time?"


"One strawberry margarita coming right up." I noticed she was drinking, but not drunk like the other two.

Jacob made a beeline for Bella and gave her a bear hug. "Hey, Bells!"

"Jakey! Do you want a strawberry margarita, too, or do you want a beer?"

"I'll take a beer."

"Okay, help yourself." She pointed to the cooler. "I bought a whole bunch." She turned to the rest of us. "We have beer, tequila, whiskey, rum, vodka. Help yourselves."

I approached her and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Long day?"

"We had an interesting day."

"Where's my brain bleach?" Rachel bellowed. I've never seen her this drunk—something must have happened during the course of the day.

"Be a doll and bring this to her." Bella poured the strawberry margarita into a glass and handed it to me to bring to Jake's sister.

Quil was sitting next to her with a worried look on his face. When I handed Rachel the drink, she took it and downed half in one go. "Honey, shouldn't you be taking it easy? You look like you've already had plenty."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"What the hell is going on with those two?" Jacob asked Bella.

"They had an upsetting day and decided to get drunk."

"What about you? Weren't you with them?"

"I was, but I'm going to work my frustrations out with a run later."

"Ooh, Bella! A run sounds wonderful. I can sweat off this liquor," Linda stated.

"It's not fair! I can't go running with the two of you!" Rachel complained.

"You can if you want."

"You two are psycho! Besides, Rachel Black Ateara does not run ever!" she declared.

"Or not."

"Is Bella cooking?" Quil asked hopefully.

"Of course, she's cooking," Linda informed us. "She wouldn't subject us to Rachel's food or mine after the afternoon we had." She looked at all of us men quizzically. "If we were to jerk you off, how long would it take you to come?"

Bella and Rachel burst out laughing while we men gawked stupidly at the comment. Then, finally, Collin asked, "What kind of a question is that?"

"It's just that Tony Fuller lasted two, maybe three minutes tops. Bella assured us that most guys would be able to hold out longer."

"Bella?" I questioned, expecting an immediate answer. Instead, she chuckled at me in response. "Bella?" I asked again.

"I don't know why you're looking at me. Hand jobs aren't my preferred method of inducing an orgasm. Besides, I'd ask Jacob. He'd probably know Angela's level of expertise in the hand job department."

"Me? I don't want to relive any bad memories! And I can tell you one hundred percent that in our years of marriage, I didn't receive one hand job from her."

"You make a good point. I'm not sure if I've ever given Paul a hand job, and even if I did, I'd make sure it was in private."

I scowled at the three women. "One of you had better tell me what's going on."

"Oh, cool your jets, Paul," Rachel advised. "We were at a restaurant in Port Angeles when Angela and Fuller showed up."

"And she gave him a hand job?" I questioned. The girls nodded. "In the restaurant?" Each of the women nodded again.

"Sick!" I yelled.

"Ugh! Why the heck did you have to tell us?" Collin added.

"Because we overheard some vital information. We had no idea Angela would do stuff to him. After that, we had to wait until completion," Linda replied.

"You stayed to listen?" Quil asked.

"We couldn't exactly leave. As it is, we had to sneak out of the back door," Rachel stated.

I walked around the counter, opened the cooler, grabbed a beer, and downed the whole thing. Colin, Jake, and Quil followed suit. Finally, we all sat around the coffee table.

"Okay, what's the deal with Angela and Fuller?" I asked.

"I recorded the whole thing. It's best you heard it with your own ears." Bella set her phone on the table and hit play. We listened to the whole exchange—the entire damn thing, including the hand job.

"Well, that was unpleasant," I pointed out.

"Yeah, it was. I really didn't need to hear my ex-wife's bedroom antics. I didn't even know she was twisted enough to have sex in public." Jacob looked green in the face, and I didn't blame him. I was repulsed by what I heard, too. No wonder Rachel and Linda were getting hammered.

"Man, I have no idea what the imprinting gods were thinking when they stuck you with that freak!" Quil burst. "Angela has an unhealthy obsession with Paul, and she's crazy, jealous of Bella. What the hell is wrong with her?"

"It's even worse how she has no love for her own children," Collin pointed out.

"Well, that's a given. We all knew Angela was an unfit mother. Thank goodness the kids all have Tawny now."

Jacob donned a loopy smile on his face. "Yeah, she's wonderful, and she loves the kids." Then his expression turned to serious. "I'm more worried about what Tony and Travis have planned for Paul and Bella. What is their issue with you, and what does your father have to do with it?"

"I don't know, Jake, but I'll talk to Charlie and figure it out. In the meantime, keep your eyes and ears open."

"That's not an issue. We've been watching Fuller and Johnson for months now, and we'll continue doing so."

Bella got up and headed to the kitchen. She removed two large baking pans from the oven and placed them on the counter along with the other food she had prepared. There was an array of food—enchiladas, carnitas, taco meat, tortillas, and all the toppings. Bella had gone above and beyond in preparing this food on such short notice, which meant she was stressed out and was working out her frustrations by cooking.

"Dinner is ready! Help yourselves," she called.

I walked to her side and gave her a hug. "Thanks, hon. You didn't have to go to all this trouble."

"Yes, I did." She sighed. "It kept my mind off of things. I'm worried, Paul."

"It'll be okay. I promise."

"I know it will. It's just that this year has been stressful because of Vandenberger. We don't need additional idiot criminals disrupting our lives."

I squeezed her hand. "I promise that I will do all I can to make sure Fuller no longer touches our lives and is put away for good."

"I know you will, Paul. You'll do it for us, but most importantly for the reservation. He needs to be put away."

We needed to find out what Fuller and Johnson had planned and how they were planning on involving my father. Thank God we moved him to a private facility where Johnson couldn't contact him. It was clear they planned on using him to get to me, but how? Why did he have a vendetta against me? Why was Angela in Canada? And what was on the flash drive? I planned on calling Jeff later. He needed to know, and so did Charlie.