A/N: Hello faithful readers…we meet again. I know I've kept many of you waiting for this story, but I wanted it to be good. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. It will not be mentally enriching, nor will it have much moral character. In fact, there will be times where you might hate Bella, even though she is most definitely the protagonist. It is simply a story based on established characters that we all know and love. No copyright infringement is intended.

Beta: LaPushStarlight - Thanks so much!

PROLOGUE

Jacob Black is taking off my panties.

His large hands make the lace between his fingers look silly, inconsequential.

He has no trouble easing them off my trembling legs.

He smiles at me and, once again, I feel my willpower evaporate. But who am I kidding? That was gone a long time ago.

God, he's gorgeous. Dark devilish eyes, full lashes and wide expanses of dark skin. He's shirtless and I can't help but let my eyes wander downward, past the tattoos and over the smooth muscled skin.

How could I not want this man?

He bends his head and I know what he's going to do. My skirt is pushed up and I feel every nerve clench in anticipation. I'm about to ascend to the heavenly heights of pleasure.

But this time when I close my eyes, I'm assaulted with images I can no longer shove out of my head. My fists clench into the sheets and I'm annoyed with myself.

"Jake, please…can we just stop and talk?"

He stops trailing kisses along my thighs long enough to look up at me in confusion. This is the first time I've stopped him from doing anything.

I hate it.

"What's wrong, honey?"

His deep voice does nothing to soothe my skin that waits for his touch. His voice is butter and I'm a hot biscuit.

"I'm just worried," I say softly, averting my eyes from his luscious body.

He groans, sounding a bit annoyed, but I can barely hear it over my blaring conscience.

He crawls slowly up the bed and looks at me intently. His eyes are soulful and search mine tenderly.

Oh, God, this is hard.

"I think he knows," I whisper, half hoping that he doesn't hear me correctly.

Instead he laughs. "Why do you think that?"

I shake my head minutely. "I don't know. He's been acting so strange the last week. Quiet and distant in one moment and then giddy and happy in the next. He's not usually like that."

Jacob looks smug. "Midlife crisis maybe?"

I swat his large bicep playfully. "Jake, I'm trying to be serious here."

He props himself on one arm and his muscles clench deliciously.

God, I want to eat him.

"Bella, what is he going to do? Confront me? Try to intimidate me with some fancy businessman lingo? Try and land a punch?"

I reach up and run my fingers over his freshly shorn hair. His sexy cop haircut isn't helping my resolve.

He laughs again before his eyes grow dark and serious. "Bella, if you're really feeling unsafe, we could go somewhere together. Just the two of us. For a week or so."

It's so temping. I want to shout 'YES!' at the top of my lungs. I would go anywhere with this man, but life is too complicated at the moment. His eyes drill into me, waiting for my answer. I kiss him instead and his soft lips meld into mine easily. If only my answer for him would be as easy as this kiss…

He pulls away and cups his hand around my face. "You can't kiss your way out of this one, Bells," he jokes. He strokes my face and our noses are touching.

"Bella, you know how I feel about you. I would never push you to make a decision you aren't ready to make. I want you. Not just every day but every minute. I thought that intensity would have lessened by now. But not with you. Come with me to The Keys. Just me and you for a few days. Sophie will be fine."

Sophie. That was the main reason why this was so hard. I would do anything for my daughter, but lately I've been selfish and absolutely lost in love with a man. A man who is not her father.

I'm silent for a while. After a moment, I look up, hoping my face is unreadable, but knowing that it's not. I take a deep breath and meet his eyes. My lips part to give him my answer, but before I make a sound a deafeningly loud bang cuts through the air.

A gunshot.

Oh, God, I've been shot. Except there's no pain.

Blood trickles onto the white sheets and I gasp as Jacob's face contorts. He clenches inward and puts his hand up to the fast-gushing wound on his chest.

"Bella," he gurgles and gasps. I scream as I see him take heaving breaths. They quickly become shallow and strained. My hands reach out for him. I know there is little I can do. He is leaking blood like a sieve, his heart torn apart by the bullet.

I look up toward the doorway, knowing who I'll see.

Who knew my husband is such a good shot?

A/N: Remember this is just the prologue. It's a small glimpse into the future. I need a good response to continue, so please leave an abundant amount of reviews. I think you will like the story line I've created so far. Thanks again.

~MSG